Rhoda Rabinowitz Green Published Stories

	Published Stories of Rhoda Rabinowitz-Green

	The following are a selection of Rhoda Green's short stories published in print. Click on the magazine's masthead or "read more" at the end of each paragraph to see the entire story in pdf format.

	ASPECTS OF NATURE Dinner’s a formal affair. Roger and Carrie have always insisted on this propriety, city or country. Surrounded by water, woods, scrub-grass and wildflowers, a path and massive boulders leading down to the lake, it’s an imposing frame-and-stone two-story number. They call it a cottage, it’s a Canadian thing. Click for the entire story

	DEAR DOCTOR Dear Dr. Thompson: My hand trembles on the receiver. Silently I rehearse. No longer can I avoid the protection of those dedicated to my well-being! Your receptionist, Joy (so earnestly joyless!), your crisp nurse, Elizabeth (A treasure! So few crisp nurses left!) ... Yourself. You see, Doctor, this is big stuff! We are talking possibly Life and Death! We are talking My Body, My Breasts! My Tits! Click for the entire story

	THE DAY OF THE GORGON One overcast day after fierce storms, while walking along the beach in Southern California, suddenly, sensing danger, Marek grasped Katya’s arm. "What is it Marek? What is it?" she cried. Click for the entire story.

	OUT TO LUNCH WITH THE GIRLS "If you live to be a hundred you'll never be like your father!" Hannah blurted out to Sammy who stood toweling dry his hair. Not angry at first, too stunned, he just stared at her, his raised arm frozen. Everyone around the pool quit talking and, not believing what they'd heard, turned to look at Hannah. Click for the entire story.	*Parchment* Fall 1994

	YOU MAKE YOUR DECISION Once upon a time, there was a farmer and his wife. Everyday they argued over the same thing, the division of their labor. The farmer didn't understand what his wife did with her day, she didn't know how to carry out his. She complained of the children, chores ... baking, washing, ironing, cleaning. And so the husband provided his wife with the best of modern conveniences: washer, dryer; dishwasher, Hoover. But in spite of all he'd provided, she wasn't satisfied; the old complaints were simply replaced with a new problem: leisure time. The farmer tried to teach his wife to mend fences, milk the cows, bring in the harvest, but she was impossible. And so she turned to foolishness: quilting bees, bake-offs, visiting other farmer's wives who had the same problem: leisure time. And there another tale begins ... Click for the entire story.

	WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, ANYWAY? "You say funny things like, 'Look, kid, you can't leave me now, I just lost a button off my shirt,' or, 'I've got a freezer full of chicken soup...' It's an incredible thing, an interesting experience. Two people sit and talk quietly, calmly, in low voices to each other about death and dying. I'm not too happy, but you wouldn't notice. Well, maybe. It makes quite a story." Click for the entire story.

	THE WIND AT HER BACK The opening is hers alone. The silence in the small amphitheatre is that of a hundred breaths held, waiting. For an instant black and white keys blur as Miriam at the Steinway positions her hands on the keyboard, closes her eyes, calls up in her mind the tranquil opening chords of the Archduke Trio’s third movement, leans in to the piano and begins. Ari allows them to play uninterrupted to the end, but when they finish, he slowly and deliberately gets up from his front row seat, walks to a spot between Sasha and Izzy, and claims center stage. Click for the entire story.	*Sistersong* Women Across Cultures