We're all the way up to L already? Where has the time gone?
I was inspired to write this drabble after watching A League of Their Own.
From her seat on the porch, Anna saw the uniformed messenger climb out of the car. Beside her, Sarah’s petite form tensed. “No,” came the slightest of whimpers. “No, no, no.”
The messenger could be going to a neighboring house, Anna thought.
The young man started up the sidewalk, and Sarah crumpled to the floor. “No, no, NO!” The volume and desperation increased with each repetition.
The news was clear. Sarah’s husband had died in the war. Like so many others. Anna ached for her friend, but part of her also rejoiced that she wasn’t the one receiving such news.