Bomb
Amit entered his family restaurant in Haifa singing, “All you need is love…” He did not walk, rather danced in high spirits through the afternoon’s regular crowd. “Oh, ha ha, please excuse me Netanya. How is your husband doing?” He asked a woman with a mix of gray and dark neatly combed long hair. She wore a multicolour chevron striped elbow-length shirt and a Kelly green knee-length skirt.
“Oh he’s just find Amit, how is college? Have you picked out a nice Jewlish girl yet?” Netanya playful teased Amit. “By the looks of you I would say you have.”
“Yes I have a date with the most beautifulest girl in the world, he answered with a wide smile. “Your daughter!”
“Amit… Amit,” his father called. “Today’s your mother birthday. She’s in the back. I want you to go and buy her some flowers. Here’s some money.” A heavyset man in a white apron, with a couple small red and brown stains, gave him some money and sent him on his way.
Amit quietly left the family restaurant and headed down the street. The afternoon sun shined mild and the light breath felt cool. He could not be happier until a violent blast shook the street knocking Amit to the ground.
A suicide bomber blew up a truck with four tons of explosives, which was parked in front of Amit‘s family restaurant. Islamic Jihad claimed responsibility for the bomb attack, which could be heard for miles away and blew out windows in the nearby Israeli neighbourhoods. Amit‘s mother and father as well as Netanya perished in the explosion.