Hello again! I missed you last week; I was under the weather, but I’m back now and ready with my selection. My sentences this week come from my work-in-progress, Ruth and Boaz, a retelling of the Biblical tale. Ruth leaves her home to follow her mother-in-law Naomi back to Israel, where she is regarded as a foreigner and heathen; eventually she finds love with Boaz, who looks past the superficial to see her heart. In today’s selection, we meet Boaz. Let me know what you think of today’s excerpt. As always, I appreciate your comments and thank you for stopping by my blog.
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Boaz struggles with his armor. It had been a long time since he had to wear any, much less prepare for battle; but here he was, past the prime of his life, getting ready to fight the enemy under the flag of Ehud the Left-Handed. He was a strange man, but he had a zeal for G-d that guaranteed them victory against Moab’s Mighty Men – Boaz hoped anyway.
A trumpet sounds in the distance. He sighs and offers a quick prayer to the G-d of his fathers. Then with one more tug at his armor, he picks up his sword and leaves his tent to join the others.