Through The Flames of War

fe and possibility. The flowers bloomed, the days grew longer, and the town seemed to buzz with an energy that had been

nt in an unpredictable world. One hot afternoon, as she was cleaning the windows at Mrs. Thompson’s hou

into the old Miller house?” Mrs. Jenkins asked

id, is quite a handsome young man. I hear

fically, a handsome young man. Gossip in Harpersville was a pastime, a way

he’s been spending quite a bit of time with Sarah T

s hope she doesn’t break his heart

spite the seriousness of the times, life in Harpe

sat on the porch, enjoying the cool breeze. Eloise laugh

d. “But sometimes that’s a good thi

t of David, the new arrival. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a kind smile. H

miled back, feeling a flutter of something she hadn’t felt in a long time. S

lways kind and courteous, and they exchanged pleasantries whenever their paths crosse

g to that new boy, David,” Mrs. Jenkins mention

s understandable. She’s been through so much wi

opinion. Some were supportive, understanding the loneliness Mary Ellen

work, David approached her. “Mary Ellen, can we t

deep breath. “I’ve heard the rumors, and I want to clear the air. I respect you and your

e. “Thank you, David. That means a lot to me.

know that you have a friend in me. I

id’s presence became a source of comfort for Mary Ellen, a reminder that she wasn’t alone. The town continued to buzz w

, a familiar figure appeared at the gate. It was Sarah Turne

h called out, wavi

odded. “Of course, Sara

about David. I’ve seen how people have been talking, and I just wanted to say that I

h’s sincerity. “Thank you, Sarah.

sip get to you. People will always tal

support of her friends, family, and her budding friendship with David. She wrote to Don regularly,

that love, in all its forms, was what kept her going. Whether it was the love she had for Don, the fr