From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I lean against the brick wall, squinting past my newsboy cap as a flash of red silk catches the sun—a girl in a daring hobble skirt swaying down the lane. My fingers itch to take a quick snapshot with my Kodak, but Dad is busy grumbling over the paper about some "WOMAN'S CAPTIVITY ON FOE'S MINE LAYER; Going Trip from Spain to England Early in War She Had Unique Adventure Before Being Rescued by British Officers." It’s a lousy way to spend a Sunday, listening to him drone on about war adventures when the local boys are out humming "Over There" and dreaming of glory. I just want to screw up enough courage to ask that girl if she wants to go see a flick, even if the world is going mad.