HYDROGEN
Frankfurt,
Germany
May 3, 1937
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 36 passengers on this plane.” 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 wanna 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 as she looked at her mother.
“That’s where they keep the hydrogen, honey. We
couldn’t breathe the air in there.”
Gretchen tightened her grip on her handkerchief
as the aircraft slowly rose above the ground. “Mommy, look! We’re floating in
the air. Why does it take 3 days to go to America?” Britta continued looking
out of 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 expertly 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 wrote on the postcard
to daddy:
Dear Daddy,
I miss you, Daddy.
I wish you were going to
New York with us.
I wanna be a princess
when I grow up.
I like flying on the
Hindenburg.
Aww! Britta is so adorable, and it's so sad to know what will happen to them. Great job!
ReplyDeleteMy senior year of high school, I had a foreign exchange student from Germany (named Britta). I recently found her on facebook! My mother told me this story and my one for next month, GERMANIUM, are eerrie, but a good eerrie. lol. Thanks of always reading my short stories =)
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