In the Mood?

The taxi stuttered through traffic as she

tried to put herself in the mood for her

lunch with her lover but she kept

glancing at her phone in case Tommy’s

cough had turned worse at school or the

bloody boiler-man decided to return her

many calls.

But then she remembered her husband’s last

desultory touch, the drip of the

en suite tap, the unmown lawn, the

deep ache she had to be

properly penetrated, so she

switched off her phone and

willed herself wet.