Drew | 100 Word Stories

#085 What Good is a Gal Without a Guy (Skirts Ahoy, 1952)

We love whenever military men come round for a visit. They eat and drink for free. But what we don’t see often are women dressed in uniform. So, when three walk in, everyone notices. Present company included.

“Ladies, any requests? My fingers are itchin’ to play somethin’ just for ya.” I couldn’t quite place the colors but blood red seemed an odd choice.

“We’re just dying to sink our teeth into some fellas. Play whatever will bring them our way.” Lieutenant Drew winked at me and I smiled back cautiously.

There are some branches of the military I don’t question.