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Sonia watched her parents drive off in the car. They never waved, nor did she, just watched them go out of sight to some dinner dance for Polish veterans. An evening to herself. Benny couldn't come: he was going to an opera in London with his mum. She went to her parents' room, opened drawers, scanned through the wardrobe. She selected a few of her mother's dresses and laid them on the bed. She liked the red one without sleeves. She took off her jeans and blouse and tried on the red dress. It seemed to fit her well. She hadn't seen her mother wear it. Her mother must have been slimmer then. It zipped up at the back. She zipped it up and did a twirl. It made her look like some actress. She smoothed it down with her palms. Put her hands on her hips. Wiggled her hips. She wished Benny was there. An evening without Him. She took off the red dress and put it back in the wardrobe with other dresses. Just as it was. She closed the door. She put on her jeans and blouse and went to her own room. She imagined Benny was there with her. She undressed slowly, pretending Benny was removing her jeans and blouse. She lay on her bed and hugged her pillow, pretending it was him, kissing him slow and long. But it wasn't the same, something was wrong.
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
Once Her Parents Left 1969
Sonia watched her parents drive off in the car. They never waved, nor did she, just watched them go out of sight to some dinner dance for Polish veterans. An evening to herself. Benny couldn't come: he was going to an opera in London with his mum. She went to her parents' room, opened drawers, scanned through the wardrobe. She selected a few of her mother's dresses and laid them on the bed. She liked the red one without sleeves. She took off her jeans and blouse and tried on the red dress. It seemed to fit her well. She hadn't seen her mother wear it. Her mother must have been slimmer then. It zipped up at the back. She zipped it up and did a twirl. It made her look like some actress. She smoothed it down with her palms. Put her hands on her hips. Wiggled her hips. She wished Benny was there. An evening without Him. She took off the red dress and put it back in the wardrobe with other dresses. Just as it was. She closed the door. She put on her jeans and blouse and went to her own room. She imagined Benny was there with her. She undressed slowly, pretending Benny was removing her jeans and blouse. She lay on her bed and hugged her pillow, pretending it was him, kissing him slow and long. But it wasn't the same, something was wrong.
TerryCollett
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
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