Vera’s Life: Part Eight

This is the eighth part of a fiction serial, in 750 words.

The same week that Vera celebrated her twelfth birthday, the King died. Everyone was very sad about that, but Vera had other things on her mind.
She had started her monthlies, and had an accident at school. Mortified with embarrassment, she had walked home and gone to see Clara, letting it all out in floods of tears. She knew about such things of course, having shared a bedroom with her older sister for long enough, and also having sat through a talk from her mum all about it.

When Elsie got home and heard what had happened, she made the necessary arrangements, and cuddled her daughter. “You’re a woman now, love. You have to get used to this for the rest of your life. Well, until they stop when you’re older”. Something suddenly occurred to Vera, and she looked up at her mum. “Please don’t tell dad, I couldn’t bear it”.

On the radio, there was a lot of talk about the new King, who was going to be called Edward the Eighth. He had an American girlfriend, and Albert said she could never be our Queen. Still, everyone forgot about that for a while, when Vivian came round all excited, to tell her family that she was expecting another baby in the summer. She had been enjoying her job at the sausage factory and always managed to get cheap sausages for everyone, as employees got a big discount. The sausages were loose in big bags, and at least half the price of the ones sold in the butcher’s, or the small shops. Vera was hoping Viv hadn’t brought any with her.

She was geting a bit fed up of eating sausages by now.

Before the Easter holidays, Vera won an essay prize at school. She had written a long story about the British Empire, and even drawn the flags of the countries that were part of it. Albert had bought her some coloured pencils to do them, and a ruler to get the edges straight. The prize was a book, and she got to choose from a selection laid out in the school library.

Without hesitation, she picked an Atlas of The World. It had all the empire countries shown in red on the big double-page map, and then all the maps in alphabetical order, with each country’s capital city, population, currency, and main industry detailed underneath. She turned straight to the back, where there was a lot of text giving the highest mountains and longest rivers of each country too. The librarian Miss Clarkson pasted her prize certificate in the front, and wrote Vera’s name in beautiful italics.

It was always going to be her favourite book, even better than the old encyclopedia. She was sure of that.

Vivian had another boy, and they called him Edward, after the King, and Roy, after his dad. Vera now had two nephews, and had started to feel very grown up. A few days later, Albert got a telegram. They never got telegrams, so it was definitely going to be bad news. Elsie was already tearful before he had opened it. It was from Teddy. He had broken his leg in an accident on board ship, and was in hospital in Hong Kong. It was his thigh that was broken, so it would be a long recovery. He wouldn’t be home for Christmas, he was sure. Elsie was relieved, and made a pot of strong tea. “Oh my gawd, I was sure he was dead, Bert.”

There was more bad news on the radio. There was a war in Spain. A man called General Franco had invaded the country and was fighting the government with his army. Albert shook his head, his face glum. “That Franco’s no better than those Nazis in Germany. Mark my words, this is going to mean trouble”. Vera already knew about a war in Abyssinia, caused by Mussolini and his Italians. Dad had told her that the Emperor of Abyssinia had no chance, as his soldiers only had spears, and very old guns. Now there was a war much closer to England, in Spain. Vera had already looked up Abyssinia in her Atlas, and now she refreshed her memory about Spain. It was so much bigger than England, so it would probably be a really big war.

Kath was having a birthday tea party that Sunday, and Vera was invited of course.

Thinking about what she was going to wear soon took her mind off Spanish men fighting each other.

23 thoughts on “Vera’s Life: Part Eight

  1. (1) Bad citation: “Carrie had no time to walk home. She flooded the school with buckets of blood. The tears came later.”
    (2) Another bad citation: “Vivian came round all excited, to tell her family that she was expecting another baby in the summer. She had been enjoying the sausage at the factory, even though the guys had all said she was cheap.” (Fortunately, she refrained from commenting on loose bags.)
    (3) Albert brought Vera a ruler to get the edges straight. Unfortunately, Edward VIII didn’t rule for long because he was more interested in curves.
    (4) Miss Clarkson wrote Veraโ€™s name in boot-iful italics on a map of Italy.
    (5) Teddy broke his leg kicking Sicily. He’d been challenged to do so by his pal, Ermo.
    (6) General Franco once visited the sausage factory.
    (7) Mussolini once dated an African girl. As she was getting on the plane to fly home, he said, “I’ll be seein’ ya in Ethiopia.”
    (8) Ed Harris visited Abyssinia in a film about underwater aliens.

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  2. I won a prize at school and could choose a book (I can’t remember why I won it ) and I chose Pears’ Encyclopedia which also had a certificate pasted inside and which my dad kept using it to help with his crosswords.

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    1. I still have the three prize books I won at school, and all were for best essays in English. It depended when you were called up to choose the book if any of the best ones had already gone. I have ‘Destry Rides Again’, ‘With Wolfe In Canada’, and ‘The Odyssey’. They all still have the prize certificates stuck in them. ๐Ÿ™‚
      Best wishes, Pete. x

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