In a hand-me-down swimming suit – sailor collar and bloomers – Alice sat atop the rock. Charlie, Harry and Jack dived, their one-piece costumes sagging when they strode out of the water. Alice looked away. She watched them race each other on the sand and play tug-of-war with a chain. They demanded she select a winner, but there was nothing to choose between them: young, handsome men, full of life. She would have said yes to whoever asked first.
Two weeks later they were called up. Alice heard they didn’t even make it across the channel.
She should have kissed them all.
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