Here I sit in this steamy room in a wool sweater. It was the only thing I had to put on until time to dress in my uniform. The cute little white skirt with a perky red top and the seaman’s collar. So I have about an hour for dowdy and drug out! Then the perk, then the smile, then the crunchy, blonde curls to work for no pay to provide R and R for the real seamen. My patriotic duty! It wouldn’t be so bad if numbers of them would quit stealing my heart bit by bit and leaving it on the European war front.
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One hundred word story based on picture prompt. Picture by Miles Rost and Event hosted by Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/ That is where you can read more selections based on this picture. Interesting slants you will find there.
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ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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What an horrendous job, she has. well done.
Maybe so, but she apparently found it easy to like the fellows she met at that job. It was hard for her to see them move on, especially those who left the hearts on the battle field.
I feel they didn’t love her though, she was just a tool to them.
I agree. But I believe she was realistic about that. She just felt her patriotic duty was to inspire them to go fight; however, she did care for each one. She could not fake it without losing a bit of heart.
written very poetically loved it ❤
Thank you very much. I liked it. I like her warm heart and her generosity to those who were making big sacrifices.
Love the last couple of lines. I wasn’t sure what was happening at first, but those lines gave it all away, and so much more.
Thank you. I’m glad the ending was satisfying to you. My son told me today that he was confused by it. So I had to explain. That is not good on one hundred word stories. 😀 Maybe it is a girl thing. We understand giving bits of our hearts to those patriotic dudes.
she was call to serve and helped men rise to the occasion. 🙂
Yes, she was good for their morale. They felt like winners as they went back to the fields.
A bit of affection, real or imaginary, was all they needed.
Sure would be hard to make such a sacrifice if they are sent with a “no-one-cares” attitude. Thanks for the comment.
I’m sure she fell deeply in love with every one. Cute story.
You know my girl! 😀