Photo: the baby
As he pulls away from her lips, she realises who was kissing her. "Benji, you're here! Benji oh my Benji, I can't believe you're here! The telegram said......." She says but cuts herself off, not wanted to cry again. "Anita, yes I am here and I am never leaving." He says, grinning widely. "Now, how is my little Elizabeth?" He asks, laughing cheerfully. As they walk through the crowd, they all clap and cheer, happy for the young couple. They walk away happy to never need to return to the docks.
"Elizabeth, I'm here darling!" I hear a voice as it breaks me out of my flashback, I look towards the young girl and I realise that the baby that the woman was holding was her. She has the identical lengthy, unadulterated brown hair as the woman and the exact same blue eyes as the man. I realise that she is holding a baby of her own and around her shoulders is an arm of a striking young man who looks pleased to see her.
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Lady In Waiting (War Poem Short Story)
Historical FictionCasting my eyes upon a young brown haired girl, she reminded me of a young woman who returned every day to these exact docks, as she waited for her lover to return from the ridiculous phenomenon called war. In the bitter cold of winter, in the warmt...
