Quill Pen Scratchings
Historical Fiction and other musings
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Chapter 20 Edmund really didn’t want to stay in the café by himself, but he needed somewhere to sleep while he tried to get a train ticket to the south. Once he got to the town, and then to the café, he walked directly to it, dreading the moment he opened the door and saw…
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Chapter 19 Edmund watched the train until it was out of sight and all the people were gone from the platform, and only then turned and walked back alone through the streets of empty, bombed-out buildings. He rounded the corner and could see the café again, and his breath caught in his throat. He felt…
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Chapter 18 The next day seemed to go by in a fast haze. Since it was Clemence’s last day in Bar le Duc before she headed south to Marseille, Edmund wanted to hang on to every minute, but he found the time flying out of his grasp all too quickly. In the morning, Clemence…
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Chapter 17 Edmund drove as fast as he could, at moments barely keeping the car on the road. When the trees broke overhead, or when he was next to the rolling fields to his right, he could glimpse the German planes as they swarmed over the town ahead. He could hear their low droning engines,…
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Chapter 16 Tino grabbed Edmund by the shoulder. “Help them get that first plane out. One bomb could take out all these planes in here, but outside they would have to hit each one.” He shoved Edmund toward the plane that was closest to the hangar door. “You and you,” Tino shouted at two men…
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Chapter 15 They were awake late into the night and slept late into the morning. Edmund had gotten up a couple of times to put more wood on the fire. Clemence had watched him the first time, looking at the firelight dance across his body, but the second time she was asleep, and did not…
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Chapter 14 Clemence carried a stack of plates, each individually separated by a sheet of paper, and placed them carefully into a crate filled with hay. The once productive kitchen was now stacked high with boxes separated into two groups: one to store in the basement of the café, and another, much smaller, to be…
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Chapter 13 He heard a soft tapping at the door, and a click as the handle turned. Clemence stuck her head inside the room. “Wake up, lovely boy!” she said in a loud whisper. She stepped into the room and quietly shut the door behind her. She was wearing a long dress and a white…
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Chapter 12 Sgt. Blaine Rockingham did not return from the next mission. When the pilots landed, several of the planes, including Knox’s, were riddled with bullets. Raoul Lufbery, who had been flying close to Rockingham reported that together they attacked an Albatross observation plane, and as it passed, the tail gunner shot Rockingham’s plane several…
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Chapter 11 Edmund awoke on Thanksgiving morning, and for the first time in quite a while, he did not go over to the hangar to tinker around with the plane. He went to the canteen and ate some bread and drank coffee and then returned to his tent and wrote a note to his Mother…
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