Step inside the past with a new Vintage Daze Short Story just for this Christmas season, All She Wants for Christmas. This snippet is written for Tuesday Tales, where a group of authors write to a word or picture prompt each week. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘blade.’ Keep reading to take a peek at Ruth Ann Spoke’s life in Glendora, California in 1941. Then go check out the other delightful tales you’ll find at Tuesday Tales.
All She Wants for Christmas
“Pardon me, boy, is that the….” Frances sang loudly and more than a little off-key.
“Jeepers creepers! Can you stop singing that song already?” Ruth Ann threw her hands over her ears as if to drown out any further stanzas.
Frances tucked an errant rolled curl back in place before she plopped back on the divan and glared at her best friend. “You know I love that song. Chattanooga Choo Choo is the best song ever.”
“So now I suppose your heart is all aflutter over Glen Miller?”
“Of course not, you silly goose. You know I only have eyes for Bing Crosby. He’s been the love of my life since Road to Singapore came out. He was just so dreamy, I could watch him all day long. I think I’ve seen that movie six or seven times since it came out.”
Ruth Ann rolled her eyes and sighed. She shook her head as she leaned over and cut a slice of cheese from the cheddar log sitting on a wooden cutting board. “You big goof ball. He doesn’t even know you’re alive. And of course you’ve seen it that often. Working at The Beacon Theatre. Must be nice. But…speaking of that…the love of your life…are you coming over tomorrow night to listen to ‘Kraft Music Hall’ with me?”
“Yeeeees. You know I wouldn’t miss it. Two hours to listen to that voice? I’ll be here.”
Tossing the current issue of Modern Screen on the coffee table, Ruth Ann shook her head and glared at her friend. She picked up the cheese knife and used the blade to stir the remnants of hot chocolate in her tea cup before she drained the last of it and sat the empty cup back on a delicate coaster with tatted edges. “But you did miss it. For months you didn’t come listen to the program with me. You acted like I had leprosy or something like that.”
“Yes I missed a lot of shows. You were all hot and heavy with Walter right then. He was calling on you every night before he enlisted. Even on the nights when Kraft Music Hall was on. I didn’t want to be a third wheel and sit around watching you two mooning over each other.”
Ruth Ann’s eyes filled with tears. She cupped her hands around her chin and dropped her head into her palms. “And now he’s not here. He’s stationed down on that base clear down in San Diego and I can’t see him. I’m hoping he gets to come home on leave soon. But most of all, I really hope that the war is over soon and our Country can stay out of it.”
“President Roosevelt is trying. He’s working on a peace treaty and trying to do what he can from his elected office to come to a peaceful resolution.”
“That’s all I want for Christmas this year. I want the war in Europe to be over. I want Walter to be safe and finish his tour of duty. And when he comes home…I want to be Mrs. Walter Cooper.”
“That’s all? That’s an awful lot to fill a tiny stocking.”
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