From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I scan the Sunday crowd, my eyes catching the sharp silhouette of a girl in a slim-waisted hobble skirt that seems far too daring for church. Everyone is buzzing about the boys going "over the top" in the trenches, but I’m just trying to ignore father’s grim face as he reads the latest headlines about those German peace agitators. Near the corner store, a gramophone blares "Over There" by George M. Cohan for the hundredth time today, the brassy tune making my heart race with a mix of dread and restless excitement. I pull my collar tight and dream of escaping to the movies, desperate to see a flickering screen instead of another drab afternoon in this town.