“Excuse
me, miss?” The young women turned, her emerald green eyes pierced the young soldier’s
soul.
“Yes?”
she replied shyly, twirling her dark hair between the delicate fingers of her
right hand.
“Your
dance card wouldn’t happen to be full, would it?” He took off his hand ran a
hand over his freshly shaved head.
“Well,” she smiled sweetly, “I think I’ve got space for
just one more.” She winked subtly at him.
“if
you would do me the honour, I would adore to have a dance with you.” He held
his strong hand out and bowed his head.
She
waited a moment, made him doubt himself, and looked him over in his crisp, new,
uniform. Finally, she placed her hand in
his and he led her to the center of the dance floor.
The
band began to play a fast tune. The young soldier felt quite at home twirling
and spinning his partner in intricate patterns never missing a step.
The
young woman, her black and white dress flailing, couldn’t stop smiling. She was
overwhelmed by this young man and his surprising abilities. Then their eyes
happened to meet; sparks flew. It was not only them who felt it either;
everyone in the room could feel the electricity building between them.
The music
stopped. They came to face each other standing still. Each of their chests rose
and fell rapidly and their faces were red and shone with a thin layer of sweat.
Their eyes met again and they smiled.
“Would
you like to go sit out on the veranda with me and cool off a little bit?” He
offered through laboured breaths.
“Yes.”
She caught her breath. “I’d like that very much.
The
young couple walked hand in hand out into the moonlight
“Evelyn.”
“Stanley.”
You could hear them whisper before they stepped out into the moonlight.
Part 2 will be a series of letters exchanged between Evelyn and Stanley, stay tuned.
Jerr
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