Tag: Susan Bloch

FICTION: The Perfect Family by Susan Bloch

1. Exhaust fumes billowed out the back of the removal van parked in my new neighbor’s driveway. A girl of seven or eight years old hunkered next to the back wheel of the vehicle, sucking a few strands of her blonde curls. Her turquoise eyes darted left to right as she watched the movers, built

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NON-FICTION: Teacher, Terrorist, Patriot by Susan Bloch

  24 July 1964: 4:18 p.m. A man carrying a suitcase rushes down the stairs to the crowded Whites Only platformohannesburg train station. Looking straight ahead, he runs his hands through his floppy fringe and mops the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of his tweed jacket. The man bends down, sets the shabby

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