Thursday, 29 March 2012

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.

1 comment:

  1. Love it. Although I can't completely relate (I'm single with no kids) I feel a sense of empathy with her. I need to turn off my mind and get myself wet ..!!