The Story of a Valorous War-Widow
It was the Australian country town of Muttaburra where young Barbara first arrived as a bride.
She departed from her ancestral English town in Sussex, with no time for goodbyes. Hers was a sudden nuptial with young Australian digger Richard, who was boarding the next fleet heading back Down-Under.
Richie was based in a colony within a remote Aboriginal village. But the couple couldn’t get to live with each other.
When the World War started, there was a call to join RAAF forces heading towards Gallipoli. Richie volunteered without a second thought. All by herself, Barbara bade him good-bye as the steam-train puffed into oblivion.
That was the last she saw of Richie. While she cried tears of self-pity, she didn’t go back to England. She wanted to wait for him in Australia.
Years rolled by. She stayed in Muttaburra, whose Aboriginal language and culture she was completely alien to.
More recently, 90 year old Barbara was awarded an Order-of-Australia medal. All major national newspapers highlighted her life-long services to the care and education of poor natives.
Looking at the pictures of this prim and serious lady, no one can imagine she once was a very sloppy girl who hated books, served in a tavern and wanted to be a ballet-dancer.
© 2015 Alka Girdhar
That was my short story for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) where we write a fiction of around 175 words, based on a photo prompt provided.
This week’s photo prompt was provided by Louise from “The Storyteller’s Abode.”
RAAF stands for Royal Australian Air Force
I’ll also share this hit song by ‘Men at Work’ about my land Down Under, that is Australia.
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