The blood was rushing to her head. A blush that began at her white stockinged kneecaps was coloring her face. It even looked as if the auburn hair, neatly pushed under a white dixie cup cap, was blushing too. Maybe it was the angle of her body that caused the flush, maybe not.
The kiss had lasted longer than expected. In truth, she hadn’t expected it at all. Surprise gave way to acceptance and then segued into enjoyment as her lips melded with his. The muscular body held her up and pressed down…into hers. The blood began to pump in her ears. All she could hear was her heart. All she could feel were his lips, and the steady rising and falling of her chest against his. As her breathing slowed, her heart raced. She relaxed, and then with a rush of adrenaline squinched up her shoulders and pushed at his, signaling him to let her go. He straightened her from the swoop-down, bent-over-backwards position he had thrust her into a few moments before, and they stood facing each other in the middle of the busy boulevard.
How long that kiss lasted always remained a mystery to her. He looked warmly but briefly into her eyes. The blood was still flowing like water through her ears. Unable to hear, she just managed to read his lips when they smiled and said, “Thanks.”
Then the sailor rushed past her and took off down the street, running and waving his hand in the air. Abby was a bit dazed as she turned to watch him go. He zeroed in on another victim and swept her nearly off her feet, holding his newest prey in the now familiar bent-back embrace. Abby’s hearing returned as her fickle sailor finished with the other white clad nurse and continued his hunt down the busy sidewalk. “The war is over, the war is over,” he shouted as he moved through the teeming crowd. In San Francisco and all around the world, they were celebrating VJ day.