I don’t like to listen to people who speak at tables next to mine.
That is a lie.
Well, I don’t try to listen to people who speak at tables next to mine.
Wait–no, that is also a lie.
At the very least, I have a bad memory. But, some conversations I hear and they just can’t help but stick around; a mosquito in my bedroom as I try to sleep.
“It is wrong,” the man said.
The woman sitting beside him held his arm. She said something too soft for me to hear. She was wearing a nice dress. They were both older, both had thick accents.
“If a woman sits on a seat and then gets up, it is warm,” the man continued. “So, a man should not sit on that seat. He should wait ten minutes.”
It was at this moment, I knew I was not going to stop listening. I leaned closer.
“Why?” the woman cooed.
“Well, because he can feel the woman’s heat. From her body. That is sexual, far too sexual.”
I openly stared at this point, neither seemed concerned with anything but each other. The woman stroked the man’s arm, a big hairy one.
“So, he broke the rules,” the man said, with authority.
I waited. Nothing followed. They pet each other and drank wine. Finally, I stood up.
“What?” I cried. “I’m sorry, but–what!”
They looked up at me, wide eyed. The woman held the man tighter. He stood up. I backed away a little, he was a big man. He held out his hand to the woman, she stood, looking back at her warm seat, worried.
The man patted her hand and said “it’s no bother, no bother.”
He led her away. As they went she kept looking back from me to her warm, sexual seat, over and over till they rounded a bend.
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Strong piece.
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Thank you, I couldn’t help repeating that conversation, it was so very odd.
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And then you sat in her seat. I know you did.
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haha…yeah, I mean–I just had to didn’t I?
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I like this. It reminds me of the Victorians covering up artworks and table legs because they were too sexual.
I love watching other couples in restaurants too, especially if they seem to not be talking to each other at all. That always makes me feel better!
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haha yes. I know just what you mean. Thank you.
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It is a bit like sipping a drink after someone, strangely connecting two people.
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very true. It is funny the things we feel connect us to each other. Not always sexual though–I hope.
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brilliant entry! I like the detailed seat-story with long patient explanations and tension build-up very well. Hahaha and then he bursts of the collar and wants to know “What?” and the reader´s collar bursts at the end. “What?” Flash !!!!!! What happens to the abandoned warm, sexual seat?
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haha I think the running theory is that the narrator, curiously, sits in it.
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it would have been interesting to know what he felt after this woman was not even able to answer her husband properly.
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Yeah. They were an odd pair. I can’t imagine their thoughts.
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Reblogged this on BCSBook Reviews and News and commented:
Words fail…..
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haha thank you very much.
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Love your powers of perception.
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haha yeah, I appreciate categorizing it as perception rather than being overly snoopy–snoopish?
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That’s a new one on me.
Wow! And kinda…ew.
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Lol 😉
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hahahahahaha yes, this story can be easily summed up with “wow……kinda ew” thank you.
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so bad? Well I did not really got an idea, how to create my idea with this story….
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