Author's note: As much as I love London, I am not from there, nor even from the UK, and I have spent cumulatively about a month there. I have tried to get the cultural touchstones as accurately as I could. There are errors that I'm sure will stick out for any Brit. I apologize in advance for anything I've missed or gotten wrong, and I expect to get corrected in the comments. That said, I hope you enjoy.
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When The Bombs Fell
Sirens.
Nell knew fighters would be scrambling, and in a few minutes Archie batteries would light up. And, no doubt, would shower Dagenham with shrapnel again. Even here, an hour's train ride east, they couldn't escape The Blitz. Some people in central London would be retreating into tube stations, but, like Nell, warm in her bed with the blackout curtains drawn, most Londoners just got on with it.
Right on cue, the Archie started up. Right on cue a few moments later shrapnel rattled off the roof.
A soft knock sounded on Nell's bedroom door. She turned on her lamp, threw off the covers, and got up to answer it. Her flatmate, Letty, stood in the entryway between their rooms in her night dress, arms wrapped around herself, shivering, her eyes wide.
"Letty, are you alright?" Nell asked.
"I don't want to be alone," Letty replied, her voice shaking.
"Oh, you poor thing, you're freezing. Come inside."
Nell drew Letty into her bedroom, closed the door behind her, and sat her on the bed. She then went to the tiny coal stove in the corner of the room, knocked open the vents, and put in a scoop of coal. She returned to the bed and lifted the duvet.
"Under the covers with ya. Let's get you warmed up."
Letty scuttled under the covers, Nell got into the bed beside her, and pulled the covers over them.
The bed was only barely wide enough for the two of them if they snuggled right up close. As their hands touched Letty grabbed on to Nell's hand in an icy, trembling grip.
"I don't know how much longer I can go on," Letty said. "I should've never left the Yorkshire Dales. After I married Ian I should have just let him knock me up and stayed right there with my family. I should've never come to London. I should've never gone to secretarial school. I try to put on a bra-ve face and just get on with it, but I don't know how much longer I can keep it up. I'm cracking. I know I am."
"I understand," Nell replied. "I sometimes wonder if I should have ever left Lancashire. Life in Preston was boring, but it was normal. Nothing like having bombs falling every night for weeks and months. My father wanted me to go to work at the mill, but my mother wouldn't hear of it. I sometimes wonder the same thing. After I married Alexander should I have just gone to work at the mill and stayed in Preston? It wouldn't be London, but at least there wouldn't be bombs falling every night bringing the whole city down around our ears."
Nell felt she had to keep a brave facade for Letty or she would crack. Truth be told, she wasn't in much better shape herself. She longed for her husband to hold her, to assuage her own terror when the bombs fell. Unfortunately, Alexander was off somewhere he couldn't talk about. Loose lips sink ships, and all that rot.
The rumble of the bombing sounded louder, causing the still trembling Letty to grip Nell's hand tighter.
"I'm so frightened," Letty said. "I wish Ian was here to hold me."
"I wish Alexander was here to hold me," Nell replied. "But it's just us, so we'll have to hold each other."
Nell took a deep breath. Maybe it was the bombs falling, maybe it was the loneliness with her husband abroad, maybe it was just sheer physical need, but she found she really did want to hold Letty. Maybe it was the winter chill, and the desire to have a warm body next to her own.
Archie lit up again as the bombing sounded closer, and again shrapnel rattled off the roof.
Nell let go of Letty's hand and drew her into an embrace. Letty wrapped herself around Nell as Nell held her close.
Above the background rumble of the attack louder reports of exploding bombs sounded. Closer they came until they sounded right on top of the house. Boom, boom, boom, Boom, BOOM! The house shook, the windows rattled, and dust fell from the ceiling. The two women screamed, cried with fear, and held each other tight, fearing that the next explosion would bring down the house on top of them or blow them up.
A few moments of silence gave them a respite, and they caught their breath while holding each other tight.