ELAINE AND PUZZLEMENT 1962
A Story by Terry Collett
A GIRL AND HER MOTHER AFTER A BOY'S VISIT IN 1962.
E laine cant believe that the boy John had come to the house had just
turned up out of the blue and had sat in the lounge and on the brown
settee where she sits now thinking about the visit and her mother out
doing the washing and John had kissed her-Elaine not her mother-and her
mother had been in the kitchen and he kissed so gently so warmly and she
now feels panicky what if her mother had come in then how would she
have explained that? she muses licking her lips where he had kissed and
rubbing her palm over where he had sat her mother seemed suspicious as
if Elaine had known he was coming as if theyd planed it and her mother
on about not doing things what things? her mother never said just stared
trying to wonder what Elaine was thinking when all Elaine was thinking
was what did her mother mean by nothing and not to do it which was as
her aunt saying boys were only after one thing and not saying what thing
she licks the lips wondering if a bit of John was still there on her
lips some small particle of him she sighs looks at the wall opposite
wondering what he thought about her and her mother and her mothers
questions to him and her mother saying he does know youre only fourteen I
suppose? he was in her class at school so he was her age so he had to
know and besides what difference did it make if she was only fourteen
and he was fourteen and he did know a lot about birds and butterflies
and there had been quite a few in the garden when she showed him around
the garden for a while when he came she looks at her hands turns them
over he had held her hand briefly in the garden she had not noticed so
much at the time it was only when she thought her mother was peering at
them through the net curtains that she let his hand go she smells her
hands which hand had it been? right yes the right hand his thumb rubbing
the back of her hand as they talked of seeing Blue Tits and he said he
knew their eggs well had her mother seen them holding hands or rather
Johns hand holding hers? her nerves feel bad she hadnt expected him to
come now her mother was suspicious and would go on about the visit for
days and days and say things and youre just fourteen too young for boys
her mother had said yet her sister who was younger talked of boys all
the time and mother said nothing to her about it and what would her dad
say? not much she supposes he would joke and say whod be interested in
my Squat Hen? or such things smiling his smile which made her mother all
the more angrier she walks out the room and goes out into the garden
and stands where they had stood a little while ago and she can sense him
still his presence in the garden as if part of of him was still there
beside her his words on Sparrowhawks not seen much in big towns he said
she doesnt know if they are or not she sits on the green garden bench
and stares at the blue sky fancy turning up like that? her mother says
beside her suddenly he ought to have asked first her mother says sitting
beside her now sniffing the air I didnt know he was coming Elaine says
so I cant say she looks at her mother at her mothers eyes my mother
always said one can judge a person by their behaviour thoughtfulness is
the key shed say Elaine stops listening she focuses on a butterfly
fluttering nearby taking in how the wings move at the patterns and
colours and wonders what John would say of it his lips on hers wet on
wet his hands where had they been in the lounge where they had sat while
her mother was in the kitchen getting tea? had he held her? touched?
had she touched him? she cannot recall now as she muses and her mother
talks on her words like buzzing bees do things? do nothing? her mother
had puzzled her as much as her aunt had done when she talked of boys
wanting just the one thing what thing? what was her aunt meaning?
kissing? holding hands? thats a Red Admiral Elaine says pointing at the
butterfly nearby what? her mother says what are you on about? the
butterfly Elaine says is a Red Admiral her mother follows the butterfly
with her critical eyes be careful her mother says (looking away from the
butterfly)be careful of boys Elaine just frowns be careful? Elaine says
yes careful what they may do her mother says eyeing her boys may do?
Elaine says puzzled looking at her mother at her eyes on her he ought
not just to have come her mother says again do what? Elaine asks boys I
mean? her mother says nothing but stares at her and sighs and gets up
and walks back towards the house had John touched her while sitting in
the lounge and sitting on the brown settee? the kiss was gentle his lips
on hers wet warm and his hands were where? where were her hands ? she
closes her eyes and tries to think and recapture the moments the
touching and holding but its a blur and a misty moment of lips and
kisses and warm and wet she embraces herself holds herself close feels
her hands about her body her fingers about her shoulders about her arms
ringing bells sounding alarms
© 2015 Terry Collett
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Terry CollettUnited Kingdom
About
Terry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..
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