I’m switching gears this week, from my newly-released novel to a snippet from a short story collection I hope to release this spring.
Artie’s grandfather fought in WWI, and his father fought in WWII. He’s been drafted for Vietnam, but he doesn’t want to go. In this scene, he’s trying to spend as much time as he can with his girlfriend before being sent over.
“It’s just a real bummer, you know?” said Gina. “Here I thought we were going to get married some day, have a family, a big house and all that. But how can I marry you if you’re dead?”
Marriage. The word echoed in Artie’s mind. The marriage deferment was nonexistent, but maybe, just maybe, if he married Gina, he’d have a leg to stand on when reporting tomorrow. Maybe they’d take pity on a newlywed, give him an extra week, buy him some extra time to come up with a real excuse.
“So what’s stopping us?”
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