CONFIDENCE BROKEN 1962A Poem by Terry CollettTWO SISTERS AND THEIR MOTHER AND A ROW OVER KISSING IN 1962Elaine stands in the lounge, her mother stands there staring at her, arms folded across the breasts. Elaine's sister standing nearby glum and gazing at her. Your sister here says that boy John kissed you on Sunday, is that true? Her mother says. Once he did, Elaine says, just one kiss, and I didn't know he was going to kiss me, so it isn't my fault, and why she has to blab I don't know, it's not as if we did IT, whatever that means, and now she has told others, and it is all over the school bus, and my life is a misery, and so is John's, and all because of her big mouth. That's enough, her mother says, your sister was just doing what she thought was right keeping me informed about what is going on under my own roof. Nothing is going on; he just kissed me the once, and I told her in confidence, and now the whole world and its wife knows, Elaine says. ENOUGH, her mother bellows. Silence follows; the sister sits on the sofa, Elaine sits in an armchair, the mother stands glaring, pacing back and forth, arms still folded. I can't have him here if he is going to start that kind of thing, the mother says, if he comes again then he will have to behave, and remember you are just 14 not 24. He's 14 too, and it was just a kiss, Elaine says quietly, gazing at her mother, waiting to see if her mother glumps her one, but she doesn't, she just stares at her. If he comes again I said he will not kiss or anything behind my back, the mother says, and what do you mean IT? What IT? Elaine looks at her sister; I don't know, she mentioned IT, not me, Elaine says. Her sister looks at Elaine, then at her mother. Well what is this IT? The mother says to the sister. The sister looks at her mother large eyed. IT you know, she says. I don't know, the mother says. Doing things, the sister says. Doing things? The mother says, what things? The sister glares at Elaine, sex things, she says. Sex things? The mother says, SEX THINGS, she bellows, she turns, and looks at Elaine. Well? I don't even know what IT is, so I couldn't do IT, Elaine says staring at her mother, waiting to see if her mother slaps her one, but she doesn't, she sits down, and looks at both girls. I don't want another word about this no more IT or I will, she says firmly, hit. © 2016 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry 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..Writing
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