As of wright now, I’m working on a WWII fiction novel that may end of being a series of two or three novels.
It takes place in a small town in America’s heartland, Kansas, and follows the lives of four farm girls (sisters). During the war, they try to find their place as millions of women rush to aid the fight.
I will try to introduce a new character every month. Let me know what you think about this. This month, it’s Kay, the eldest of the sisters.
Kay was a surgeon, fresh out of college, short of a couple of years. Being a confident, smart, happy young woman, her life was a special one. She would help her father farm, alongside her boyfriend Johnny. She was much more of an outdoor person, and didn’t fool around much on the kitchen, but still maintained her femininity. Here’s a part from chapter 1, giving a little more insight on Kay.
Kay Truing wiped off her hair net and smock as she strolled out with confidence from the Operating Room, her chocolate brown hair cascaded down, and rested on her shoulders. She was awfully proud of herself as she secured her hands around Mrs. Merson’s, and glanced toward her husband.
“Your daughter will be just fine. She came through it beautifully,” she assured the couple.
“Thank you.” encouraged the child’s father.
“When may we see her?” said his wife.
“Fifteen minutes, the nurse will come and get you,” she smiled, laying a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go back home now.” Kay smiled.
“Of course, and thanks again.”
“Certainly,” replied Kay. She meandered into the Doctors’ Lounge just outside of the O.R. As she did so, her mentor or surrogate father, walked in at the same time.
“Wonderful job, my girl.” Doctor Harding applauded.
“How is the most beautiful surgeon this world’s ever seen, this fine Friday morning?” Jeff Harding pecked Kay’s peachy cheek as he winked at his father.
“Still on for dinner tonight?” Jeff opened a cupboard of coffee mugs. The hospital staff drank gallons of coffee a day.
“Yes. Maggie’s baking some sort of pie, and got a nice dinner for us.” she smiled.
Kay climbed into the powder blue cab of her family’s Chevy farm truck and started the engine. It revved and rumbled, backfiring as she pulled out from the curb.
The old wheels screeched to a halt outside the General Store, and Kay was careful not to slam the door of the cab but secured it tightly.
“Mornin’, Sheriff!” Kay greeted the town’s underdog hero, Jed Ellison, a country twang touching her tongue.
“Mornin’, Kay. How’s your Daddy?” he jangled his mess of keys to the Courthouse, and all of the shops around town.
“Oh, he’s just fine. Been tired the last several days though, with harvest and everything,” she replied, squinting at the sun.
“I’m happy to help, anytime he needs me.”
“Thank ya kindly, Jed. Bye.”
Kay opened the door to the General Store and a short old woman hobbled out.
“Good Morning, Kay.” greeted Mrs. Reeves.
“Good Morning, Mrs. Reeves. How are you doing this morning?”
“I’m doing mighty fine. Left some of my cinnamon rolls in there. Well, have a blessed day. See you in church.” the little body scampered off, and Kay saw her join the rest of the group of old women who had nothing better to do than to knit, bake, and gossip behind their fences.
Kay smiled sweetly and rolled her eyes as she stepped into the store.
“Hiya, Ben.” Kay greeted a tall, muscular boy of twenty-three behind the counter.
“Hi, Kay. What can I help you with?”
“Oh, I just came by to pick up some grain for Dolly. Al said it’d be ready this morning. And I also dropped in for…” Kay wandered over to the cinnamon rolls and put five in a short box. “Some of these.” she smiled.
“Good morning, Kay!” Al greeted “Already got the apples unloaded from your truck, and the grain loaded on.”
“Oh Al! You’re an angel. Thanks a million! Um, put it on my tab, will ya?” she pointed to the cinnamon rolls.
“Sure thing, honey. Give your daddy my best, huh? The girls too.”
She nodded and pushed open the door, making the golden bell jingle.
Kay looked in her rearview mirror to see the large flintstone block with the words, Welcome to, Leora Ks. carved into it. Kay smiled. She was so blessed to have been raised here.
Then it hit her. The drowsy tiredness and the pang of hunger that she knew would come after being called for her services so early in the morning.
Kay loved surgery, ever since she was a girl, she had. She had the brains to do it, and skill and compassion to do it well. Jeff’s brother and Kay’s boyfriend, Johnny, had patiently waited at home, tending her father’s farm, while Kay and Jeff had skipped off to college; returning just a year-and-a-half ago. Both returned, knowing their lives were back in Leora, though Jeff dreamed of the day when he could leave the little town behind to go to a big-city hospital, leaving his father’s practice for Kay to take over.
She found herself rolling down the gravel paved driveway, being surrounded by pine trees along with lilacs, peonies, and rose bushes. The little cream farmhouse paired perfectly with the big red barn.
“Johnny!” Kay hollered, pulling up to the barn.
“Hi, honey,” a tall, dark, and of course, handsome man came from the barn, sweat beading down his back. He removed his straw hat, and ducked his head inside the cab, kissing Kay.
“The grain’s in back,” she said, jerking her head to the bed of the truck.
“You got it, honey.”
“See ya tonight, Johnny,”
“Howdy all, I’m home! And I brought Mrs. Reeves’ cinnamon rolls!” Kay hollered. She closed the wide, white front door, bringing a gust of warm Kansas wind in with her.
I hope you were intrigued with this little part from my book, and will check back often here, and on my Instagram page for updates! Instagram is @books.by.dree.
I will try to post every other week here, and the other weeks on Instagram!