Hi Sally,
This tells an interesting tale - and tells it well!
With the last word - "protecting" - I'm wondering what to infer... I start
to think, perhaps because of the sharply observed details the narrator
noticed earlier on, that the writer wasn't so keen on the bloke. And now the
bloke isn't so keen on the visitor.
So there's lots of undercurrents neatly hinted at. (I wish I didn't know
what they were!)
Bob
>From: Sally James <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New Sub The cherished Wife
>Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 20:02:09 +0100
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>The Cherished Wife
>
>You could tell she was treasured
>by the pleading looks he gave
>when she left him in the hallway
>with sad puppy eyes.
>The kiss she gave when she left
>was a mere peck but I saw
>his lips twitch in hunger.
>By the time she returned
>his mouth was turned down to his chin
>like the sun about to be
>swallowed by the sea.
>She busied herself with tea, he skulked
>in the garden, his back arched
>as he scratched in the damp earth.
>By teatime the sun had begun to rise again
>I caught the shine in my glass
>as he beamed at her from across the table.
>The Chardonnay I gave had triggered his switch.
>Later I became aware that I was not a guest
>but an intruder as his arm crept
>slowly around her, protecting.
>
>Sally James
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