THE HOTEL GAME 1967A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL PRETEND TO BE MARRIED TO GET A HOTEL ROOM IN 1967The hotel landlady met Nima and Benny at the desk. Newly-weds? She asked them. We're the Coles I book it, Benny said, on the phone. The woman ran a thin finger down the book page: here it is, she muttered, when did you get married? Yesterday. Nima said. A Friday? The woman said surprised. Small affair, just us two and two friends to witness, Nima said. Not pregnant already are you dear? No not yet, Nima said. O that's good, anyway I'll show you to your room. Benny took the 1 bag to the room following the woman and Nima. Here it is, she told them, and unlocked the white door; she showed them about then she went off. Not too bad: got a bed, a tall boy, chest of drawers, a TV, Nima said. Benny felt the large bed with his hand then sat down and bounced it: bed's not bad. Shall we now? Nima said try it out? If you like, Benny said so began to undress (after they'd drawn the dull brown curtains). Nima was down to her underwear, when a knock hit the door. Who is it? Benny asked stark naked. I've brought you some towels, forgot them, the woman informed them. He opened the white door, put out his head and hand, his body hidden there. O thank you, Benny said, taking two white towels carefully from the old girl's hands: just changing our clothing, he muttered looking at the woman. She half smiled and walked off. He closed the door slowly put the two white towels on the side, then looked at Nima there in her pink underwear. Do we dare? She uttered. He nodded. She undressed completely. They both got into bed and lay back listening for a knock, but none came, so they hugged and got on with the game. © 2016 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry 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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