FLOWER • (TOMMY; FIONN WHITEHEAD)

The Beach of Dunkirk

The downfall of bullets slowly diminished. As Tommy got up he couldn't help but notice how fear stricken the young girl was. He stuck out his hand and the girl slowly reached out for it.

He pulled her up noticing how light and fragile she was. Like a porcelain doll. He quietly walked toward the little alley, seeking brief comfort between the walls of two buildings.

The girl was trembling with fear. Worry laced her eyes. "parlez vous anglais?", Tommy asked. Worried knowing he only knew a couple of french phrases. "Oui", the girl faintly said. "Ok, well I'm Tommy. What's your name?", he wondered if she actually understood.

"My name is Adalene", she said a bit more clearly this time. He was surprised that she didn't have a thick accent. "Well I'm uh going down to Dunkirk beach. They are evacuating all the soldiers. I'm sure you could come along as well".

She nodded. He grasped her hand tightly. Intertwining their fingers as they ran. As they made it on to the wooden pier they slowed down to a stop. There were lines upon lines of soldiers. All waiting to go home.

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By the time the man pulled Adalene into the alley, she was somewhat relieved. She stole quick glances at the English solider. He had dark brown hair that curled at the edges. Greasy strands were framing his face.

He had faint freckles scattered across his face. Just like stars that litters the night sky. His eyes were green with hints of amber and olive. He had a very prominent jawline.

To say the solider was handsome is a complete understatement. He had such captivating beauty that only time could describe. Adalene knew she shouldn't grow attached to the beautiful young man.

She knew that they would never be anything more than mere strangers trying to stay alive. But Adalene was never a person to deny hope or love. After all, love is hope.

The young girl's daydream was quickly over as the beautiful man spoke. His deep accent hitting her like a ton of bricks. She wondered if he can get anymore perfect than he was.

"parlez vous anglais?", he asked. I was lost for words. "Oui". I was able to squeak out a reply. I looked down so he couldn't see my crimson cheeks.

"Ok, well I'm Tommy. What's your name?". She thought about that. The name Tommy suited him so well. Innocent yet strong. "My name is Adalene", she was surprised that she didn't stutter.

"Well I'm uh going down to Dunkirk beach. They are evacuating all the soldiers. I'm sure you could come along as well", Tommy said. Adalene quickly nodded as she stood up.

Before she could comprehend, she felt his hand intertwine with hers. His warm hands enveloped hers perfectly. She felt her face heat up. "Adalene this isn't the time to be a hopeless romantic.", she scolded herself.

After what felt like running for hours they finally arrived on the wooden pier of the beach. As they slowed down to a stop she noticed the many lines of soldiers waiting to go home.