“Dance with me, Red.” 

Sheila looked up into the hazel eyes of the young soldier holding out his hand to her.

“Sure.” She stood and followed him to the dance floor.

“Where’ve you been all my life, pretty Blue Dress Girl?”

“Right here. How about you?”

“I’ve been looking for you.”

They danced to Glenn Miller’s band, in their own world on the crowded dance floor. Sheila knew this boy would soon be on a troop ship headed into the deep darkness of Europe.

But they had an hour together and they were in love. That was enough.

**Thanks to Albuquerque Reading Works for the challenge to write 100 word stories for their 2021 writing contest. They are an adult literacy center and a good cause.

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