“Look up there, isn’t he gorgeous?” Sam and Kaitlin tilted their heads, curious about what their grandmother was referring to.
“Where?” Sam asked.
“That plane, of course?”Their grandmother replied, pointed at the blue and yellow plane hanging from the ceiling of the museum.
“Grandma, people usually call their plane a ‘she’.” Sam said.
“Not this plane. His name is Robert and he’s special to me. I helped fix him up, you know.”
“I didn’t know you can fly a plane, grandma.” Kaitlin spoke.
“Oh no, I’d never fly a plane. I may be an engineer but the idea of being sky-high in an open-top vehicle brings me to my knees. This was my grandmother’s plane. She flew it during Second World War.”
“My history book didn’t mention anything about women joining the army in World War II.” Kaitlin said.
“Women took on many roles while the men went to fight in the war. Some women, like your great-great-grandmother, were brave enough to go to fight in the front line and we are proud of that.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.