Dearest Police Department

This letter is an account of my experience on the 14th of August 1943…

The men being away on their trip gave us the time to ourselves we dearly needed. The seven of us sat chatting and giggling about our simpleton husbands. Honestly I felt I missed dear Johnson. He was so kind to me and his charming smile never failed to amuse me. Our little gossip party contin...

As I walked along the cold damp streets of New York City I felt a sudden sense of calm. My head was held high and my arms hung slightly as if I was entirely unstressed.

I felt the chill air climbing up my spine as I smelt the crisp scent of a hotdog. My stomach grumbled and I seemingly floated toward the cart. The red thick ketchup dripping down the side of the savory treat reminded me of th...