OUT OF MY HEAD 1964A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL ONE SATURDAY 1964We cycled to the park and sat on the grass near the duck pond. Milka looked over the pond. That was a close thing, Benny, she said, didn't think my mum'd be back so soon. I looked at her sitting there in her jeans and white top. I mused on us just having had sex when we heard the car draw up outside the farmhouse, and Milka said: f**k me it's Mum back already. She jumped off the bed and dressed as fast as she could. I got off the bed the other side and dressed, listening out for sounds downstairs. Did she suspect do you think? I said. Don't think so, Milka said, she thinks you're too good. I am, I said. Milka pulled a face: I hope she doesn't go into my room while we're out, I didn't get a chance to tidy up before we left, Milka said. We sat and watched the ducks for awhile then got our cycles and rode to see the peacocks near her farmhouse. I mused on what her mother would have said if she'd found us at it in Milka's bed, but I closed the thoughts down out of my head. © 2017 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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