A Routine Tuesday........by Julianna Rowe

 

As I stood on the top step to the entrance door of my twelve-story unit building I peered above the city streets taking in the smells of traffic and coal in the air. The sky seemed to surround itself in a blue like I never noticed being so spectacularly bright before. Its clouds used it as a canvas while they passed before it designing characters out of their moving vaporous existence. Heck, I almost fell off my astral sightseeing staircase I had become so enthralled in its beauty.  Why it had even removed the smell of gas and coal from my nostrils by the takeover of which I was pleased even though only momentarily.  So much so that it entered my body and mind offering me new energy to my steps.  The ones I was standing on as well as the ones attached and taking me everywhere I needed or wanted to go. And where I needed to go this day would change the course of my life forever.

I was six blocks from Times Square on my way to a job interview. It was August 14, 1945. A routine Tuesday that tuned out to be most extraordinary.  The heavens had sent me a message earlier from the clouds as I left the threshold of my home. They looked like a ball of expensive wool, puffy like a perfect sweater from Switzerland. Of course, my mind always flowed to the extravagant yet maintained a frugal caring manner.  My heavenly sent attitude had remained as I gathered momentum towards the high rise in Times Square for my appointment at Dopler and Hayes Legal Firm. I had answered an ad for a receptionist position.  Many of my friends were working in the factories while their men were serving at war.  I couldn’t handle the factory positions due to a medical condition…… continued later