It will be over soon.
This is my promise to you, it will be over. This won't be a permanent thing. I promise. I cannot promise when, but I can promise that it will be over. And I can be in your arms again. Talk soon. Bye.
"How does this thing work?" I whispered to myself, hitting the radio. The red light lit up and it started beeping.
I smiled. "Great."
I grabbed the morse code sheet and started typing a message. Almost instantly, after I sent it, I got a message back. I grinned.
It works.
For the next hour, he and I exchanged a ton of messages. I was getting the hang of morse code and barely needed the sheet anymore.
Maybe hiding wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be.
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Morse Code
Short StoryShort story set during WWII about a risky couple. The girl, a Jew, has to go into hiding to avoid getting captured. The boy has to go into hiding to avoid getting drafted into the war. Their only way of communication is a morse code machine.
