12 Days Blog Hop: MUSIC
Third verse, same as the first! Day 3 of 300 words on prompt word “music” for the lovely and talented Stacy Bennett-Hoyt’s 12 Days Blog Hop.
by J. Whitworth Hazzard
The USO club was hopping. Captain Helgen felt distinctly out of place in his wheelchair. He didn’t belong here. After his screwup, he hadn’t earned a night of fun, even if Sigrdrífa had insisted on it.
It didn’t seem real, but the big band was setup on stage, and the beer was overflowing in mugs passed out to G.I.s dressed in their best. He had to hand it to the USO, even on the front lines they managed to scrape together events that made the men feel at home.
“Dance with me,” Sigrdrífa whispered in his ear. “You know you want to ask me.”
Samuel smiled and tipped back the last of his beer in one swallow. “My feet are killing me. I wish I could.”
“They are not. You’re afraid to dance. Aren’t you?”
“I don’t know how.” Samuel admitted to the leggy blonde. All it took was a look. A certain wanting look in her eye—a dare almost—and he bolted out of his chair and pulled her onto the dance floor.
The band played and he danced Sigrdrífa around the sawdust floor like an idiot, smiling and ignoring everything but her for hours. When the band wrapped up their last song, the USO hostess took the microphone.
“Ladies and gentleman, for our last song of the night we have a special treat for you. By request, a dedication.”
Sigrdrífa slipped away from Captain Helgen’s arms and took the stage. She didn’t say a word to Samuel, but looked into his eyes and sang alone. Words he didn’t recognize or understand formed melodies that told stories of the birth of worlds, of Gods and grand battles, and realms beyond the stars.
When the song ended, Captain Helgen wept—though he did not know why.
To be continued…