Now then, ready for the new prompt? Our judge today is the lovely @TinsleyWarren! Tinsley has been writing stories since she's been able to form sentences. She's currently a full-time student, a nanny, and she teaches dance. Remember: 100 - 300 words by midnight Monday night! Leave 'em in the comment section below!
“What do you think he’ll say?”
ReplyDeleteThe clacking sound of the typewriter stopped as I looked up at my much older, and much more judgmental sister.
Weeks before, and a long with some others, she had gotten news—bad news about her fiancé. She felt that my new found ‘hobby’ was a form of disrespect to the women who were at home mourning.
She didn’t see it as passion—as a job. As my way to help.
“What if something were to happen? What if someone needed to get in touch with you, but you were not here? What would he say?”
I knew what she was thinking. She’d said it before. Like many men, my husband was off at war, and the last thing he needed was to spend time worrying that his new wife was out in a factory straining herself … endangering herself.
He didn’t need that type of distraction while he faced danger every second of the day.
But that’s what she thought. I knew that’s not how my love would see things.
“He’ll be proud,” I whispered. “He’ll know that I’m not home waiting, worrying, and crying all day and night. He’ll be proud.”
He has to be.
@lolosofocused
203 Words
When the war started, I watched my brother and his friends march off to save the world from evil. Like everyone else left at home, I wanted to help. Anything I could do to make it easier for “my” boys, I was ready to do. Since I was still in school, my contributions to the war effort were pretty limited. I was jealous that my sister had a job typing correspondence at the Red Cross. I helped my mom and my sister turn our back yard into a victory garden. I happily complied with rationing. And letters, I wrote letters to my brother, his friends, and anyone else I had any connection to that was Over There. I celebrated every victory and mourned each loss. But it still wasn’t enough.
ReplyDeleteI graduated high school in June, 1943. A month after graduation, I got on a bus to Fort Des Moines, Iowa, and joined the newly formed WAC. I had never worked so hard in my life. I was tested mentally and physically on a daily basis. Every second was worth it. My heart, mind, and body were flying high – I was training to truly make a difference. In October, I got my orders and joined the European theatre under Lieutenant General Mark Clark. With 59 of my sister soldiers I followed Lieutenant General Clark as he invaded Italy and later occupied Austria. I was finally able to serve my country and help the war effort as a communications support specialist. My fingers flew over the keys of a typewriter all over Europe. When the war ended, I was grateful that both my brother and I came home to our family. Our family was amused that I came home with a higher rank in the Army than my brother.
@darcysmom
Word Count:296