Random One-Shots

Cavallo Point

Cavallo point is a beautiful resort in Sausalito in Northern California. Located right off the Golden Gate Bridge. This used to be an old base during wars. I got the inspiration for this during my uncles wedding and wrote it during the reception. It was so beautiful.

This is set during World War II.

I sat at the table nursing a glass of red wine and trying to ignore the sounds around me. The band was in the corner churning out the newest news in swing. My uniform was too tight after eating the large meal that was sat before us. The girls and other men in my platoon danced to the music. Their skirts of many colors flying in a flurry of movement. My general walked by and I removed my hat, saluting to him.

"Why aren't you dancing with a lady major?" He asked me.

"I'm not much of a dancer."

"You should be. Those girls have been eyeing you all night." I turned around to see who he was talking about. A group of three girls starting giggling as soon as I turned around. There was a pudgy dark headed girl, a curvy blonde and a very statuesque redhead with piercing gray eyes. I got stunned and immediately looked away. I felt my face go red and sipped my wine.

"Should I go for it?" I asked.

"I would, that blonde is gorgeous." I got up slowly from my chair running my fingers through my brown curls and straightening my coat jacket. I carefully stepped past the flying girls up to the redhead.

"Hello Major..." She said slowly trying to see my tag.

"Thomas... Anthony Thomas." I said taking a bow. "And you are?"

"Elliot, I go by Elli though."

"Well then Elli, would you like to dance?" I asked her putting out my hand.

"I don't really dance. Sorry..." She said declining my hand.

"That's okay. I don't really either, my general actually pointed you out to me."

"Oh, I see."

"Do you mind if I sit?"

"No not at all." I sat down next to her and settled in.

"You're not the average soldier."

"Nope."

"What are you here for?"

"Intelligence."

"Not much of a talker are you?"

"No I'm not."

"I like that."

"Really?"

"Yeah, all the other guys just want to talk about how many Germans they've killed." She said a hint of disgust in her voice.

"I don't kill Germans."

"What do you do all day then? You've got the uniform."

"I plan the attacks, strategies and stuff like that." I said quickly. "Every once in a while I help the enigma team."

"So purely office work?"

"I have never fired a rifle in my 24 years." It was probably quite obvious that I don't do much physical with the war. I was tall and skinny, very very skinny. No matter how much I ate I never got any kind of form on me. My hair was a dull shade of sandy brown and my eyes changed daily between icy blue and dark green.

"I think that is quite an accomplishment. To be right smack dab in the middle of a fight with one of the worst war criminals and never firing a shot." She pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Those things will kill you..." I said shaking my head. She took a long draw of the cigarette. Her bright red lips stained the filter.

"I think I deserve it." She looked at me and I studied her. She had the red hair that was pulled up into the same bun that all the other girls did, and was wearing a flowery a-line dress. "Enigma huh?"

"Yeah... It's really interesting."

"And Alan Turing?"

"He is very nice, kind of ignorant, all in his head, but nice." I said nodding. "Do you wanna get out of here?"

"What?"

"Do you want to leave?"

"Where to?"

"Anywhere."

"Inconspicuous are you?"

"I don't try to get with girls I just met if that is what you are worried about."

"A cute little boy like you wouldn't bother me much."

I hope you liked this. If anyone reads this please comment and tell me how you liked it.

DFTBA
love ya!!

~Trixxiee