Netanya opened up
the deckchair and sat
looking down at the lawn.
She sat there
because of Benny's books.
They'd argued
and she had stormed out
of the house leaving him
gazing at her
disappearing back.
The lawn was yellowing
because of the long
hot summer.
It only added
to her mood
because of the heat.
Benny gazed out at her
from the window
of the lounge.
He focused
on her words:
“Why'd you read
those books?
I can' make heads
or tails from them?”
“I like reading them,”
he had replied.
“You read them
to make me look stupid,”
she had replied.
He could only
see her arms
at the sides
of the deckchair.
Fuming like
a steam engine,
he mused.
He'd let her cool off
before going out to her
with tea and biscuits.
“What kind of person
reads a book
whose title
I can't even pronounce,”
she had said.
“It's Latin,”
he had said.
“Why read a book
in Latin?”
she had said.
“Only the title
is in Latin,”
he replied.
She had glared at him
and stormed outside.
He opened the book
and gazed a page or two.
He couldn't focus now
and so closed the book.
He took the book back
to his room and put it
back beside his bed.
He looked down at her
from the back bedroom.
He could see her
dark haired head
and her hands
across her stomach,
and smoke from a cigarette
rising upwards.
He went downstairs
and made a *** of tea
and prepared two cups.
He peered at the deckchair
from the kitchen window.
The sun
was a bright yellow
in the sky.
He made two cups of tea
and plate of biscuits
and took them outside
on a tray.
She didn't look at him
as he opened
up deckchair beside her
and placed the tray
on a small table
to the side.
“Tea for two?”
he said.
She exhaled smoke
and looked at the tray.
She nodded,
but had nothing to say.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
Netanya opened up
the deckchair and sat
looking down at the lawn.
She sat there
because of Benny's books.
They'd argued
and she had stormed out
of the house leaving him
gazing at her
disappearing back.
The lawn was yellowing
because of the long
hot summer.
It only added
to her mood
because of the heat.
Benny gazed out at her
from the window
of the lounge.
He focused
on her words:
“Why'd you read
those books?
I can' make heads
or tails from them?”
“I like reading them,”
he had replied.
“You read them
to make me look stupid,”
she had replied.
He could only
see her arms
at the sides
of the deckchair.
Fuming like
a steam engine,
he mused.
He'd let her cool off
before going out to her
with tea and biscuits.
“What kind of person
reads a book
whose title
I can't even pronounce,”
she had said.
“It's Latin,”
he had said.
“Why read a book
in Latin?”
she had said.
“Only the title
is in Latin,”
he replied.
She had glared at him
and stormed outside.
He opened the book
and gazed a page or two.
He couldn't focus now
and so closed the book.
He took the book back
to his room and put it
back beside his bed.
He looked down at her
from the back bedroom.
He could see her
dark haired head
and her hands
across her stomach,
and smoke from a cigarette
rising upwards.
He went downstairs
and made a *** of tea
and prepared two cups.
He peered at the deckchair
from the kitchen window.
The sun
was a bright yellow
in the sky.
He made two cups of tea
and plate of biscuits
and took them outside
on a tray.
She didn't look at him
as he opened
up deckchair beside her
and placed the tray
on a small table
to the side.
“Tea for two?”
he said.
She exhaled smoke
and looked at the tray.
She nodded,
but had nothing to say.
