Photo prompt: © Roger Bultot
“Be there in a moment, Aaron,” Miriam herded her family toward the synagogue across the street.
“Mom!” Ben protested. She drags him outta’ bed, then stays outside herself?
“It’s urgent,” Miriam apologized, eyes already on her phone.
Seven-year-old Jacob glanced at his dad. “Will the baby cry?”
“You screamed like a stuck pig at your Bris,” Ben offered.
Jacob froze. “I’ll stay with Mom.”
“Ben!” their dad scolded.
Staccato bangs echoed. Loud screams.
“The baby?!” Jacob clung to his father’s hand.
“Down! All of you!” Aaron shoved Jacob behind a car and raced to the synagogue. “Shots fired! Call 911!”