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Lizbeth watched her father digging from her bedroom window. There was a pattern to his motions. Clockwork like. His old clothes on. Her mother was in the kitchen preparing lunch. Lizbeth had tidied her room after her mother nagged her over breakfast. It was tidy now. She liked it as it was. Her untidiness was her own. A realm of her own. Each item left where she wanted it. The bed made up and the covers smoothed down. She had wanted Benny there. Almost that time but he refused at the last moment. She stripped down to her underwear and bra. Her father straightened up and rubbed his back. The large vegetable bed had been dug almost to the end. Sunlight poured down. If only Benny had. Just as well they hadn't. Her mother returned from shopping earlier than she thought. If they had they'd been caught. The thought made her smile. Her father carried on digging. The pattern in motion. Her mother downstairs preparing lunch listening to some classical stuff. Lizbeth gave a sigh. She pictured her and Benny on the bed in her inner eye.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
Lizbeth Before Lunch 1961.
Lizbeth watched her father digging from her bedroom window. There was a pattern to his motions. Clockwork like. His old clothes on. Her mother was in the kitchen preparing lunch. Lizbeth had tidied her room after her mother nagged her over breakfast. It was tidy now. She liked it as it was. Her untidiness was her own. A realm of her own. Each item left where she wanted it. The bed made up and the covers smoothed down. She had wanted Benny there. Almost that time but he refused at the last moment. She stripped down to her underwear and bra. Her father straightened up and rubbed his back. The large vegetable bed had been dug almost to the end. Sunlight poured down. If only Benny had. Just as well they hadn't. Her mother returned from shopping earlier than she thought. If they had they'd been caught. The thought made her smile. Her father carried on digging. The pattern in motion. Her mother downstairs preparing lunch listening to some classical stuff. Lizbeth gave a sigh. She pictured her and Benny on the bed in her inner eye.
TerryCollett
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
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