Day 27 of my review of the year and a little piece of fiction
‘American girls are not like us.’ Violet said.
She stood at the mirror fixing the suspender to her new stockings.
‘My Davey wouldn’t like me consorting.’ Enid replied, ‘He warned me watch me’self with the Yanks.’
‘So they get a little fresh.’ said Violet, as she smoothed the silk down her leg ‘Wouldn’t be good for morale to say no, not after they’ve taken me to the pictures and everything.’
‘It just seems wrong.’
‘It’s only a kiss and a cuddle, poor ducks might die fighting Hitler tomorrow. I’m only doing my bit for the war effort sending them off with a smile on their faces.
‘Anyway what about your Davey? All alone in a strange port you can’t tell me he wouldn’t?’
‘All the nice girls like a sailor.’ I sang.
Violet smirked at my reflection in the mirror as she…
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