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.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
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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