June 1944, The air seemed to stop moving for Marlena. The hot summer breeze that had danced in her hair and across her porcelain face had disappeared. It grew thick and unbearable. She shut her eyes trying to block his words from her mind. I’ve enlisted in the army. I’m being shipped out to France …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 