Monica rode her bike
to Benedict’s house
and waited there
for him to come home
after his morning shift
at work
then they both
walked down
to the espresso bar
by the iron
railway bridge
and ordered two coffees
and listened to Elvis
belting from the jukebox
never told my mother
where I was going
Monica said
why not?
Benedict asked
because she'd not let me
come otherwise
Monica said
why not?
he said
because she thinks
you're too old
I’m only16
she knows I am
I’m the same age
as Jim
I know
but she thinks
I’m too young for you
but I’m 14
not some kid
in nappies
Monica said
so where
does she think
you are then?
she thinks I’ve gone
for a bike ride
what if someone
sees you with me?
what then?
she won't find out
Monica said
but if she does?
he said
I’ll just say I met you
while bike riding
and we had a coffee
and chat
he smiled
and shook his head
no wonder
she gets annoyed with you
well a girl's got to find
her freedom sometime
she said
he looked at her
sitting there
in her white top
and blue jeans
and pink socks
and open toed shoes
she had applied lipstick
probably borrowed
from her mother
he thought
where now then?
she asked
she drained her coffee
someone had put on
a Beatles' song
on the jukebox
you should have told
your mum
you were coming with me
then we could have gone
somewhere else
he said
we still can
she said
then she'll wonder
where you've got to
she won't
Monica said
she didn't look convinced
let's go back to your place
and see her
and I can explain
he said
not now
Monica said
next time
he frowned
OK
he said
let's go back to my place
and we can go ride
some place
OK
she said moodily
and they walked back
to his house
and got their bikes
and rode to the bridge
down the lane
and set down
the bikes by the hedge
and walked through
the woods
he thinking
of the Elvis Presley film
he could have taken her
to see
and she
thinking
of the last time
in the woods
when they kissed
and she wanted
that moment
of thrill again
and over head
the sound
of thunder
and beginning
of rain.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
Monica rode her bike
to Benedict’s house
and waited there
for him to come home
after his morning shift
at work
then they both
walked down
to the espresso bar
by the iron
railway bridge
and ordered two coffees
and listened to Elvis
belting from the jukebox
never told my mother
where I was going
Monica said
why not?
Benedict asked
because she'd not let me
come otherwise
Monica said
why not?
he said
because she thinks
you're too old
I’m only16
she knows I am
I’m the same age
as Jim
I know
but she thinks
I’m too young for you
but I’m 14
not some kid
in nappies
Monica said
so where
does she think
you are then?
she thinks I’ve gone
for a bike ride
what if someone
sees you with me?
what then?
she won't find out
Monica said
but if she does?
he said
I’ll just say I met you
while bike riding
and we had a coffee
and chat
he smiled
and shook his head
no wonder
she gets annoyed with you
well a girl's got to find
her freedom sometime
she said
he looked at her
sitting there
in her white top
and blue jeans
and pink socks
and open toed shoes
she had applied lipstick
probably borrowed
from her mother
he thought
where now then?
she asked
she drained her coffee
someone had put on
a Beatles' song
on the jukebox
you should have told
your mum
you were coming with me
then we could have gone
somewhere else
he said
we still can
she said
then she'll wonder
where you've got to
she won't
Monica said
she didn't look convinced
let's go back to your place
and see her
and I can explain
he said
not now
Monica said
next time
he frowned
OK
he said
let's go back to my place
and we can go ride
some place
OK
she said moodily
and they walked back
to his house
and got their bikes
and rode to the bridge
down the lane
and set down
the bikes by the hedge
and walked through
the woods
he thinking
of the Elvis Presley film
he could have taken her
to see
and she
thinking
of the last time
in the woods
when they kissed
and she wanted
that moment
of thrill again
and over head
the sound
of thunder
and beginning
of rain.
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