‘So that’s the girl who called me by the
endearing word on thy phone’, he said to his friend.
‘Fret ye not boy, it’s kinda like her pet word
so she says ‘darling’ to everyone. Don’t get over excited.’
‘Oh…’ you could tell that he was a little
disappointed.
He walked over to where she stood looking
nothing like the feminist she really was; she wore the same coveralls as them,
faded and old. Of course he wasn’t expecting to see ball dresses but he wasn’t
expecting the similar attire too. Hair tightly bound in a bun and feet clad in
ugly boots.
‘Here you are! I got to run, but Miss Johnson
this is Mister Neeson. Mister Neeson, miss Johnson‘, a lift of his cap and
colonel Dave was on his way.
‘Afternoon! We talked on the phone today.’ Up
close he could smell a hint of flowery cologne.
‘I bet we did but I am afraid I don’t remember
much. I’d prefer if phones came with videos. You get a fair idea of what to
look forward to.’ She smiled a measured smile.
‘Indeed but in that case you’d probably get a
few too many prank calls, I am afraid. But you do look quite into the future.’
He could almost smile to himself, almost.
‘Yes thank you!’ she looked away.
‘I have never seen women here before…aren’t you
afraid? There are not many women in this kind of field, and frankly speaking I
believe it’s a man’s work’s place.’
‘don’t you know that women are now doing as
good as men’ she said the word ‘men’ as if she didn’t really like it ‘in fact,
they are going much faster, I belief.’
‘I am familiar with that, but not in this
field, it’s much too dangerous and women are far too…’ he swept a glance over
her slim frame ‘…delicate.’
Irritated she brought her face close to his,
‘Not me Mr. Nelson’ she said irately and started to walk off.
‘It’s Neeson! Well I hope you know how to
handle a gun then, Johnson.’ he called on.
‘Don’t worry Neeson I do, very well.’ She
yelled back as she covered up her eyes with shades ‘and much better than most
of your men’ with that she stepped out into the sun and away.
‘Good
for you Johnson’ he whispered to himself looking at the retreating figure with
a twinkle in his eyes.
Momina.
