Our current story is The POW’s Legacy. This is the last week to share a tidbit from this story. It’s off for editing at the end of the week. We’re looking at a November 11th release. 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 ‘careless.’
Since I left you hanging last week with the mention of machine guns set up, and I didn’t continue that scene this week, I’ll share what happened here. That first Christmas Eve 1944, the Camp Commander had gotten a tip about a planned escape. They did have two machine guns set up and ready. But the German prisoners were ones that went around and kept the fires stoked. They purposefully let him come in to do his duties – where he could observe the machine gun set up and aimed at the chapel where the prisoners were having their Christmas Eve service. The German POW glanced around and saw, but didn’t say a word, and left. It did the trick. Word got out and the escape was ditched, and all was well.
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One evening, a few days into the new year, Vivy rushed to the house so excited that she slipped on an icy spot and landed on her rear in the middle of the flower bed that sported her mother’s iris blooms during warmer days.
Unfortunately, Vivy’s friends were still backing out of the drive and saw her ungraceful landing. The ladies in the car burst into laughter. Wilford stopped the car and LaVon rolled down the window and shouted out, “You okay, Vivy?”
She stood, wincing slightly, and brushed the snow off her backside. “I’ll live. I just damaged my pride.” She gave a wave and moved to the back steps, stepping slower and being more cautious.
Annie stood at the sink, washing the dirty bowl from mixing a fresh batch of biscuits, and saw the episode. When Vivy stomped in the back door, Annie had to stifle the giggles that threatened to overtake her.
“Hit a slick spot?”
Vivy jerked her jacket off her arms and hung it up with a sharp tug. She dropped into a kitchen chair and started removing her wet, snowy boots before answering. “I’m so tired of this snow. I’m ready for spring.”
“You’ve got a wait in front of you. It’s only January. Why so riled up about it this year?”
Vivy shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because I’m out in it more this year. Before, I just ran to the chicken coop and back inside.”
Annie grabbed a dish towel and started drying her favorite Pyrex bowl. “Guess you’d better slow down and not be in such a hurry. Might keep you out of my flower beds.” It took all her efforts to suppress the grin that wanted to accompany her words.
Annie let a slight smile slide into place and nodded.
“I was so excited about what happened today at work, that I couldn’t wait to tell you the grand news. I got careless.”
“Colonel Lobdell’s secretary was ill today. So, I got to work in his office.”
Annie placed the clean bowl where it belonged in the cupboards. “You like working with him, don’t you?”
Vivy nodded, causing an errant curl to escape and bob in the middle of her forehead. “I do. It’s what I overheard that thrilled me to no end. A captain wanted to talk to Lobdell. Captain Gunner Norgaard is an assistant executive officer in charge of recreational and cultural activities for the prisoners. He’d been talking to Eduard Kaib and wanted to discuss Kaib’s plans for this coming year.”
“Kaib? He’s the one that orchestrated the nativity scene everyone’s been talking about, isn’t he?”
“He is. And for Christmas next year…he wants to create an even larger one.”
Vivy flashed a toothy grin and bobbed her head again. “It was – twelve feet wide. But the one he wants to make for next year is massive. Next year’s creche should be a scene forty feet wide.”
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