Radio
After ten o' clock, over one hundred German aircrafts have been destroyed in today's raids over this country.
Mary carefully stitched the wool, feeling as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Awake at midnight, listening to the soft even breathing of her wards and the quiet radio that sat in her room. She knew there would be no bad news. People didn't want to hear it, but she did.
Today was the most costive on the German air-force in nearly a month.
If she wanted, she could find the answers for herself. Mary would be gone and back again before anybody in the house awoke. Yet, such power would cost her.
"Where are you, Bert?" she whispered, brow furrowing as she continued to knit.
She had promised him that he would have a proper scarf when he returned. He had gone without one and wrapping her own around his neck, she knew it was not much. But he had said it was perfect.
The red against his uniform allowed him to stand out and like all the other men that had left, he promised her that he would return. They would be victorious.
With no recent letters and no news on the radio, Mary had tried to repress the unwanted feelings that resided deep in her chest. Her fingers trembled as she continued to knit the scarf.
In daylight raid, between…
Turning the radio off, Mary sat in silence, wool pooled on her lap. Inhaling a shaky breath, she slowly let out the air through her lips. Letting the emotion leave before it kept her awake all night. Leaving her handiwork in the top drawer of her desk, she ran her fingers along the material for a minute, before closing the drawer shut.
Mary lay in the dark, chastising herself for not sleeping. For letting such sentiment affect her work. That night, she did not count sheep. Only the seconds till she could see Bert again.