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Tilly walked with me to the bus stop. It was evening, and warm, and the sky was darkening. Your mum I think suspects we have been up to something? I said. Tilly looked past me at the trees behind how tall and shadowy they seemed. She always suspects, even if I am gone from the room she suspects I have you in my room, and comes up and knocks, and says: all alone? And she peers in my room as if at any moment you will come out from under the bed, or out of the tall boy wardrobe. Trusting sort isn't she? I said. Always has been, Tilly says, my sister is a one with boys and she watches her like a hawk. I look at the sky getting darker. You do love me don't you, Benny? Of course I do, I said, ever since that first kiss back in 1961 when you were 13 and I was 14. She looked at me, her lovely eyes searching me, that was quite a kiss that, she said. Yes breath taking, I said. She kissed me and it was quite a long kiss. Then the bus came along, and we parted, and I got on the bus and I waved and she waved back, and the bus moved off, and I felt sad and my mood black.
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
MOOD BLACK 1965
Tilly walked with me to the bus stop. It was evening, and warm, and the sky was darkening. Your mum I think suspects we have been up to something? I said. Tilly looked past me at the trees behind how tall and shadowy they seemed. She always suspects, even if I am gone from the room she suspects I have you in my room, and comes up and knocks, and says: all alone? And she peers in my room as if at any moment you will come out from under the bed, or out of the tall boy wardrobe. Trusting sort isn't she? I said. Always has been, Tilly says, my sister is a one with boys and she watches her like a hawk. I look at the sky getting darker. You do love me don't you, Benny? Of course I do, I said, ever since that first kiss back in 1961 when you were 13 and I was 14. She looked at me, her lovely eyes searching me, that was quite a kiss that, she said. Yes breath taking, I said. She kissed me and it was quite a long kiss. Then the bus came along, and we parted, and I got on the bus and I waved and she waved back, and the bus moved off, and I felt sad and my mood black.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1965 AND A PARTING AT A BUS STOP ONE EVENING.
#girl#boy#mother#bus#mood#1965
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
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