Savior in Steel

By Zachary Rosenberg

My people once shaped golems from stone and clay. Now we make one cast in steel. She lies before us, silver in color, save for the golden Star of David on her chest.

I congratulate my husband as he finishes the adjustments to our creation’s resting place, lowering the slab so I might take a closer look at her. “Good work, Yitzhak.” Dragon-smoke flares of neon curl and bleed in through the windows, brushing against our golem’s body. Triumph overcomes my weariness, smile tight across my face.