TEA FOR THREE.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

TWO BOYS AT TEA IN 1960.

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Hedley’s mother had hairy legs.

That’s one reason you liked to

go over for tea some days. That

and the fact she wore the kind

of short dress no other women

you knew would wear at least

not in front of minors like yourself

and Hedley. More tea? Cake?

she asked giving you the big smile

and oozing her perfume from her

nearby body. Yes more cake please

and are those salmon sandwiches?

Yes dear and there’s plenty more

if you want she replied. She poured tea

and brought more cake and sandwiches

and sat down opposite you and said

how’s your mother dear? Oh she’s ok

you said gazing dumbly at Hedley’s

mother and the way her hands moved

over the plates and held the teapot

with the red fingernails and the rings

on her fingers. Is your husband not here?

you asked. No he’s away business calls

and such like she said giving you the smile

and bright eyes. Oh good glad he’s got

plenty of work on you replied. Hedley ate

and drank and said little over tea. His

mother ate quite daintily her fingers

holding the cup with her little digit sticking

out as she drank. Ah she said suddenly

I forgot the jelly and ice-cream and off

she walked and you watched as she went.

Her hairy legs really grabbed your attention.

Mothers huh? Hedley said. Keeping face

against the odds. Father’s probably

screwing his female clients or staying

over in cheap hotels with the red-light girls.

Oh right you said guess some father’s do.

Here’s the jelly and ice cream Hedley’s

mother said on her return hope you like it

she said I like it when it wobbles and the soft

taste on the tongue. Hedley said nothing and

nor did you. You were thinking of Hedley’s father

and those cheap hotels and the girls he’d screw.


Submitted: April 06, 2012

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Wilbur

And the wobbles and the soft taste on the tongue. Eve and that apple. Never far from the tree, are we?
Fond regards, Connie

Fri, April 6th, 2012 2:46pm

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Thank you, Connie.

Fri, April 6th, 2012 9:15am

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