by Lauren Sweeney
They told us all about the USO dance at the Benedict Club on north 15th Street, the white gardenia in her hair and the hard-gotten nylons that were such a luxury. Just as the first notes of Jimmy Dorsey’s “Tangerine” floated through the crowded hall, he asked her to dance and well, she never could resist a man in uniform. Afterward, when he bent to kiss her hand, the faint scent of garlic on her fingertips let him know he’d eat well for the rest of his life.
They never told us how later that night her precious nylons ended up torn in a heap on the bedroom floor, and less than nine months later they resigned themselves to ever after.
We had to get that story from Aunt Dorothy at the wake.
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.