This is where I work,
I told Tilly.
She followed me
around the place.
It was a Saturday;
the place was almost empty.
I had come to clear up
a few things from the day before.
You make marquees?
She said.
The women do,
I just help,
then go out helping
to put up marquees
all over the place,
I said.
Where abouts
have you been?
All over the place;
did a racing stables
the other week,
some big wedding,
I said.
Not our wedding,
then Benny?
No not ours,
I said.
Shame,
she said.
I her showed
the area
we kept
the canvas and ropes.
Soft here to lie on,
she said,
touching a piles
of canvas sheets.
Guess so,
I said.
Anyone about?
She said.
A few not many,
I said.
Would they look for you
if you were
missing awhile?
Who knows?
I said.
I'd take you home,
but Mum's there today,
and she'd only give
another inquest into
what we may have done
the other week,
Tilly said.
I opened the door
and peered out
the passage way;
all was clear,
no one about,
I said.
She lay down,
and I lay beside her.
We kissed and hugged,
and I touched her thigh,
and she began
to unbutton my jeans.
Benny, Benny,
are you around?
a voice said
from down the passage.
I jumped up,
and she tidied
herself up,
and I got up,
and opened the door.
Yes, you wanted me?
I said along the passage.
The manager stood
in the doorway.
Do you know what
we did with the order book?
I think I saw Joe
put it in the green file,
I said.
Where'd he put it after that?
The manager said.
God knows,
I said,
maybe it's in the workshop.
I'll look there,
he said,
and walked off.
I went back to Tilly
who was now standing
in the room
against the door.
Has he gone?
she said.
Yes he was looking
for the order book.
I best go,
she said.
Ok,
I said,
and showed her
the back way out,
and she kissed me,
and walked off.
See you later,
I said.
She nodded
and I went in.
Almost made it,
but no big sin.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
This is where I work,
I told Tilly.
She followed me
around the place.
It was a Saturday;
the place was almost empty.
I had come to clear up
a few things from the day before.
You make marquees?
She said.
The women do,
I just help,
then go out helping
to put up marquees
all over the place,
I said.
Where abouts
have you been?
All over the place;
did a racing stables
the other week,
some big wedding,
I said.
Not our wedding,
then Benny?
No not ours,
I said.
Shame,
she said.
I her showed
the area
we kept
the canvas and ropes.
Soft here to lie on,
she said,
touching a piles
of canvas sheets.
Guess so,
I said.
Anyone about?
She said.
A few not many,
I said.
Would they look for you
if you were
missing awhile?
Who knows?
I said.
I'd take you home,
but Mum's there today,
and she'd only give
another inquest into
what we may have done
the other week,
Tilly said.
I opened the door
and peered out
the passage way;
all was clear,
no one about,
I said.
She lay down,
and I lay beside her.
We kissed and hugged,
and I touched her thigh,
and she began
to unbutton my jeans.
Benny, Benny,
are you around?
a voice said
from down the passage.
I jumped up,
and she tidied
herself up,
and I got up,
and opened the door.
Yes, you wanted me?
I said along the passage.
The manager stood
in the doorway.
Do you know what
we did with the order book?
I think I saw Joe
put it in the green file,
I said.
Where'd he put it after that?
The manager said.
God knows,
I said,
maybe it's in the workshop.
I'll look there,
he said,
and walked off.
I went back to Tilly
who was now standing
in the room
against the door.
Has he gone?
she said.
Yes he was looking
for the order book.
I best go,
she said.
Ok,
I said,
and showed her
the back way out,
and she kissed me,
and walked off.
See you later,
I said.
She nodded
and I went in.
Almost made it,
but no big sin.
A BOY AND GIRL ONE SATURDAY IN 1965.
