separate tables

 Separate tables

 

   He came sat down like they should be old friends.

   Do I know you, she said?

   Yes, we were lovers once.

   Long pause.

   Yes, I remember, but you have gone fat and bald

   I thought of you as an asshole.

   You are a wrinkled old shrew, thought.

   We had some fun, he said.

   For you, it was,

  You would let me touch your penis, said it was

  Private property, she said.

  My dear, it was a joke, he said

You are a pompous old bastard, she murmured for

 No reason at all.

 He stood up to give her a piece of his mind, but

The dinner bell rang.

They ate at separate tables.

 

 

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raypool

Sat 10th Aug 2019 23:22

Admirable and touching (literally) Jan. You never fail to see life as it is. Great stuff !

Ray

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Tommy Carroll

Sat 10th Aug 2019 13:22

Just like real life Jan 😉

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