Shannan. 27. Gemini. Likes sunsets and long walks on a beach. I’m a qualified Scottish solicitor (lawyer), currently living in Germany, trying to learn the language and complete a university degree in a surprisingly maths heavy course. Of course all this means that I needed a new hobby so I could procrastinate. I love reading, writing and cooking, so feel free to reach out about any of the above! Whilst the majority of my stories are short stories on here, I do have one novel that I am currently workin on.
Victory Dance - 'You are cordially invited'
Breakfast with the Frasers When the War was over, my father refused to take down our blackout curtains for ages. Most of the curtains were removed right away, with some women transforming the leftover materials into dresses and skirts as quickly as they could. They heard rumours that the men wanted to burn them in a bonfire, so it was better that they stashed them away safely. That day, everyone had tuned into the radio to listen to Churchill finally announce that the War was over....
Victory Dance - Cheek to Cheek
The music was uptempo and jazzy as we finally reached the floor, my hand in his the entire time. After finding our spot, where the hard wood of the dance floor met with the carpeted area of the rest of the hall, I wrinkled my nose and huffed a small sigh, “I think this might be a Charleston?” “It’s a Foxtrot,” Thomas explained, taking my hands to ready our stance, “Less kicks....
Victory Dance - Going for a Spin
My stomach was now happily overly satiated, full with rich gravies from the bacon wrapped chicken roast and the thick, sweet sauce from the sticky toffee pudding. Liz looked like she was ready to bounce off every single surface in the room from all the sugar she had just eaten, having finished Dad’s pudding off for him as well as her own. I sipped at the after dinner coffee, handing over the little packages of shortbread to Louie for his consumption....
Victory Dance - How to Make an Entrance
It was a real rarity for everyone to be stuffed into the car together. “Louie! Stop – sitting – on – my – dress!” Eliza growled, banging her fist against Luis’ leg with each word. “‘Ey! I won’t have none of dat!” There were reasons for why we were rarely stuffed in the car together. I sighed, wishing I could press my head against the window for some space as Dad trundled the car along the road, but I was forced to take the seat behind Dad’s because Luis was so lanky and had to sit behind mum, where her chair was pulled up closer to the dashboard....
Victory Dance - Pin-ups and Gossips
What’s it all about, Naaancy? If the days leading up to invitations being sent out were filled with rumours, then the days after they were received were filled with a heady rush in making sure everything was prepared. New dresses were to be swapped or found or made, make-up was scrounged for or created if you knew how. Of course, the men were all as calm as cucumbers. The most they had to prepare for was lining their stomachs on the night....