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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Action & Adventure
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 09/01/2023
Hydrogen
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Hydrogen
May 3, 1937
Frankfurt, Germany
Britta’s bright blue eyes widened as she walked up the gangplank to board her flight. “It’s so big, Mommy.” The seven-year-old girl clasped her mother’s gloved hand.
“The top part is big, but where we sit is small. There are only thirty-six passengers on this aircraft.” Gretchen looked down at her beautiful, blonde daughter and smiled with pride. She presented their tickets to the officer who checked their papers and escorted them to their seats.
“I want to count. One, two, three….” Britta, distracted already, paused and looked out the window. The inflated fabric of the blimp dominated her view from the tiny window. “Why can’t we go in the big part, Mommy?” Britta pleaded.
“That’s where they keep the hydrogen, honey. We can’t breathe the air in there.”
Gretchen gripped her handkerchief as the aircraft slowly rose above the ground.
“Mommy, look! We’re floating in the air. Why does it take three days to get to America?” Britta asked, still staring out the window.
“America is far, far away, sweetheart.”
“Can we go again?” Britta asked.
“No, honey, we’re going to live in America for a while. Besides, other people are waiting to fly from America to England to see the coronation of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth,” Gretchen said.
“I wanna go! I wanna be a princess.” Britta crossed her arms and stomped her foot.
“We have to stay in America where it’s safe. Then we can come home to Daddy.”
“I miss Daddy. Can I write him a postcard?” Britta asked.
“That’s a great idea, honey. Daddy would love to get a postcard from you.”
“Can I take these gloves off? Please, Mommy?” Britta stared up at her mother and pouted her lips.
“Just this once.” Gretchen relented.
“Yippee!” Britta yanked off her gloves and tucked them into her dainty handbag. She grabbed a pencil and scribed the postcard to Daddy:
Dear Daddy,
I miss you.
I wish you were going to New York with us.
I want to be a princess when I grow up.
I like flying on the Hindenburg.
Hydrogen(Terri Talley Venters)
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1s1
Hydrogen
May 3, 1937
Frankfurt, Germany
Britta’s bright blue eyes widened as she walked up the gangplank to board her flight. “It’s so big, Mommy.” The seven-year-old girl clasped her mother’s gloved hand.
“The top part is big, but where we sit is small. There are only thirty-six passengers on this aircraft.” Gretchen looked down at her beautiful, blonde daughter and smiled with pride. She presented their tickets to the officer who checked their papers and escorted them to their seats.
“I want to count. One, two, three….” Britta, distracted already, paused and looked out the window. The inflated fabric of the blimp dominated her view from the tiny window. “Why can’t we go in the big part, Mommy?” Britta pleaded.
“That’s where they keep the hydrogen, honey. We can’t breathe the air in there.”
Gretchen gripped her handkerchief as the aircraft slowly rose above the ground.
“Mommy, look! We’re floating in the air. Why does it take three days to get to America?” Britta asked, still staring out the window.
“America is far, far away, sweetheart.”
“Can we go again?” Britta asked.
“No, honey, we’re going to live in America for a while. Besides, other people are waiting to fly from America to England to see the coronation of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth,” Gretchen said.
“I wanna go! I wanna be a princess.” Britta crossed her arms and stomped her foot.
“We have to stay in America where it’s safe. Then we can come home to Daddy.”
“I miss Daddy. Can I write him a postcard?” Britta asked.
“That’s a great idea, honey. Daddy would love to get a postcard from you.”
“Can I take these gloves off? Please, Mommy?” Britta stared up at her mother and pouted her lips.
“Just this once.” Gretchen relented.
“Yippee!” Britta yanked off her gloves and tucked them into her dainty handbag. She grabbed a pencil and scribed the postcard to Daddy:
Dear Daddy,
I miss you.
I wish you were going to New York with us.
I want to be a princess when I grow up.
I like flying on the Hindenburg.
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Denise Arnault
08/19/2024I really liked how you took a topic and told it from the side instead of just going down the straight line from start to finish. It made the final line so much more resounding. Well done!
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Joel Kiula
08/19/2024Children have free spirits and innocent beings, it is a beautiful story on that part. Thank you
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Shirley Smothers
08/19/2024Sad and beautiful. I hope she was one of the survivors. I somtimes wonder what I would have done on the Titanic. Congratulations on Short Story Star of the Day.
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Cheryl Ryan
08/19/2024The pure and undiluted innocence of children is so satisfying. Beautiful words on the postcard to dad.
Thank you for sharing!
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