Short Story: Sea Change

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SEA CHANGE Leading Seaman Freddie Craddock squirmed uncomfortably as he read his mother’s letter. … and our Freddie, as you have not been on leave for some time now, I hope you’re changing your socks every day, it’s very important as you well know. Guiltily, he glanced about him, as if expecting to find that one of the lads from his hut was reading over his shoulder. A hot wave of embarrassment coursed through his body, and he was sure he’d blushed just like a school kid, as he re-read his mother’s laundry advice. …I do worry that you’re not to rinsing your washing out properly, especially your underpants. You don’t want to get that awful red rash down there. I forget what they call it Freddie dear, but Dad says, it’s not only in the tropics that you get it, and I’m sure you don’t want to get it either. So don’t forget, after washing your underpants and vests do give them a good rinsing in clean water, and then after that… Freddie stopped reading, he knew that his mother was right about the rinsing, and he went over in his mind the act of washing clothes, as she had had suggested. His mother, after all had years of experience in washing clothes. From his early childhood, he recalled that Monday morning had always been wash day. He saw again, the little scullery full of steam, at first he’d been allowed to play with the dolly-peg, and then when he had grown some more, he’d turned the big iron wheel of the mangle, squeezing the water out of the sopping clothes. But as to rinsing the clothes in clean water, well, he couldn’t remember exactly when this had had taken place. It was a simple operation on board ship; all you needed was a bucket of hot water, a bar of hard soap, a scrubbing brush, and the dirty clothes of course. Freddi... ... middle of paper ... ...o do between now and Saturday, you know, packing and things… At this last piece of information, Freddie felt more than a little exercised. He would write to Iris by return of post. He wondered too if it would be too disloyal of him if he were to alert his mother to Iris’s plans. It was madness, why couldn’t she see that. Just how was she going to pay for this fanciful holiday, and her new clothes and the other things she’d mentioned? Hoping, it wasn’t too late, Freddie snatched up his biro, and on a large sheet of foolscap paper, he began to write. How could he dissuade her from taking what he believed to be, a very silly course of action, he firmly underlined these words. If the Alcaston had not been ordered to sea for further trials. If Ken had paid attention when he called out let go forward springs, then perhaps the accident wouldn’t have happened. »»»»»«««««

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