STORYTELLER

This is a special one, mostly because it's a true story I adapted to fiction. In 2008 I lived on the same street in Tel-Aviv as a friend of mine, and we were both aware of the old man sitting on the bench everyday. One day my friend told me he actually lived next door to her and every Friday made her make him a cake, for the Sabbath, and how each time he brought a piece of garbage for the her dog. This sounded like a great scenario for a short story I remember writing it the