Fiction | Homecoming, 1945
Smoke rises slowly from the locomotive’s chimney, hissing from the valves and swirling in clouds over the face of the train.
Smoke rises slowly from the locomotive’s chimney, hissing from the valves and swirling in clouds over the face of the train.
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Then I saw her. Across the crowded room. Dancing alone in a red dress. It wasn’t just her beauty. It was a spirit emanating from her being. I approached her and we talked a bit. I found out her name was Rusti. Enchanting. But she was swarmed by other boys—she was beautiful, talented and smart.
Nevertheless, when I returned to my fraternity house that night, I told my brothers that I would marry her. It was love at first sight.