Civil Defense Siren

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by Halcyon

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Aggie shifted uneasily in her chair and took a deep breath. All right, it was now or never. "Mom... dad... I'm going to join the Observer Corps."

Her father put down his plate of curried mice with a clink, his swarthy face creasing with concern. "Oh, Aggie, are you sure? It's..."

Feathers rustled indignantly as Agnes’ mother fluttered her wings indignantly. "What? No! I won't have it, my little baby girl standing up on a rooftop during an air raid!"

"Mom, I-" Aggie started. She’d known mom would be like this. Why had she even bothered?

The older siren had had a moment to get up a head of steam. There was no stopping her now. "Why couldn't you be like your older sister, drowning sailors in the north Atlantic?"

That was the last straw. "MOM! This isn't the fifth century any more! We need to do our part! Mr. Churchill was on the radio yesterday and--"

"Mr. Churchill, Mr. Churchill! Faugh! There's an heir to Odysseus and his silvered tongue!"

Agnes ground her teeth. This was exactly what she’d hoped to avoid.

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Commission for Fernin

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