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Lips Entwined
The water was running hot to clean the floors, the bucket was firmly placed underneath to fill it up, and as it reached near to the top, the man gripped the handle placing it on the floor. He placed the mop inside, as it soaked the water he swirled it around, as a splash of water touched his face, he wiped his brow, squeezed the mop and began mopping the gray and white tiled floor. Back and forth. Back and forth.
As he continued, he paused in thought remembering his younger days he and his siblings would play water fights with the garden hose in summer hiding behind the old oak tree, squirting either one of them unexpectedly. He laughed to himself at the memory. Back and forth. Back and forth, he mopped. He heard a voice in the distance but couldn't distinguish whose it was, but oh so secretive. 'Sshh' he heard the male voice say, 'We don't know whose listening?' as he listened intently, suddenly standing as upright and still as a lamppost not dating to move. Very slowly, he laid the mop straight out on the floor and tip toed to where he heard the voices talking.
He listened for what he thought was a lifetime, but what he heard changed his life. He was breathing deeply and heavily as he wanted to cough, but that would give the game away. Placing one hand over his mouth hoping to mask the cough he could no longer hold it inside his bursting chest, spluttering he coughed. There was a deadly silence as the two unknowing conversant's realised they were not alone. Looking at each other they quickly made their way to where the coughing came from, flung open the door, but to their surprise no one was there.
They looked around the laundry room, as big as it was, and walked towards the store room of cleaning equipment was stored there hoping to find the culprit. They looked inside, nothing. Surprised, they ran back towards the door they entered, one catching their foot in a trouser leg of a pair of jeans spread on the floor entangled in a pile of laundry, left there to be washed by the housekeeper. They shook it off releasing their foot and ran out of the door. The footsteps continued out of the building with not another word said.
The cleaner under the pile of laundry, trousers, jeans, shirts, socks and underwear pushed it all off of him, struggled to his feet and dusted himself off. Urgh, those dirty clothes, he thought. He quickly ran out of the room along the corridor into the kitchen and went out of the kitchen door through the garden and around the back of the premises down the alley-way at the back of the shops. As he made the final turn, he straightened up his shirt collar and jumper and walked on as though he was going to the shop to purchase something.
Later that day over dinner, his wife asking if he was hungry, reminded him of their dinner engagement in 3 hours time, to shower, get dressed as two of their friends would be arriving for them all to travel together in the can to the very nice restaurant, arriving at 8:00pm, dinner at 8:30pm prompt. He made his way into the kitchen, prepared himself a cold glass of iced water, quickly drinking it down. He prepared another, a half glass, drank some placing the glass on the country top.
His wife was talking about several things at once but he played little interest, he wanted to talk about what he heard earlier, but when, he asked himself, when would be the best time. He finished the remainder of the water, placed the glass at the side of the sink and made his way upstairs to prepare for the evening. Fully dressed in a smart dark blue suit, lilac shirt and his comfortable brogues he liked to wear. He looked good, and so did his wife in a lovely dark purple of-the-shoulder dress he'd bought for her only days before. She wore her hair up with small pearl earrings and necklace to match. They looked good together, and they knew it. He kissed her gently on her cheek, confirming she was beautiful.
There was a ring of the doorbell and he went to answer it, greeting their friends he invited them inside as his wife collected her bag, coat and keys as they all quickly went out to meet the waiting taxi cab. The drive was 25 minutes in which time they joked of the good times they'd had many times while sharing evenings out and of the one or two times things didn't go specifically as planned, but fun was had anyway. They were good friends a happy jovial group and enjoyed each others company very much.
Arriving at the restaurant, the waiter led them to their table, took their orders for pre-drinks and water. The drinks arrived, the conversation was light and convivial. They weren't looking forward to their meal, as this was a special evening of celebration in one way or another. The waiter brought their starters to the table and everyone eagerly tucked into their mushroom soup with French bread on the side. The conversation followed between them all, lots of laughter and merriment as several bottles of red wine was ordered and quickly drunk as the second and third courses arrived.
After dinner they continued talking, the conversation took them between work, university and school days and everyone remembered the good old days happily. Except, there was something he needed to say, but thought this may not be the right moment and put it to the back of his mind. The conversation changed rapidly again to plans they were making for holidaying together in several weeks time. They spoke about the apartment they would be staying in in the centre of the city, the restaurants they'd visit, museums, art galleries, places of interest and the beach, they couldn't visit North America and not go to the beach....TO BE CONTINUED
(This story is to be continued - soon)!!
© PoetReBlossoms
As he continued, he paused in thought remembering his younger days he and his siblings would play water fights with the garden hose in summer hiding behind the old oak tree, squirting either one of them unexpectedly. He laughed to himself at the memory. Back and forth. Back and forth, he mopped. He heard a voice in the distance but couldn't distinguish whose it was, but oh so secretive. 'Sshh' he heard the male voice say, 'We don't know whose listening?' as he listened intently, suddenly standing as upright and still as a lamppost not dating to move. Very slowly, he laid the mop straight out on the floor and tip toed to where he heard the voices talking.
He listened for what he thought was a lifetime, but what he heard changed his life. He was breathing deeply and heavily as he wanted to cough, but that would give the game away. Placing one hand over his mouth hoping to mask the cough he could no longer hold it inside his bursting chest, spluttering he coughed. There was a deadly silence as the two unknowing conversant's realised they were not alone. Looking at each other they quickly made their way to where the coughing came from, flung open the door, but to their surprise no one was there.
They looked around the laundry room, as big as it was, and walked towards the store room of cleaning equipment was stored there hoping to find the culprit. They looked inside, nothing. Surprised, they ran back towards the door they entered, one catching their foot in a trouser leg of a pair of jeans spread on the floor entangled in a pile of laundry, left there to be washed by the housekeeper. They shook it off releasing their foot and ran out of the door. The footsteps continued out of the building with not another word said.
The cleaner under the pile of laundry, trousers, jeans, shirts, socks and underwear pushed it all off of him, struggled to his feet and dusted himself off. Urgh, those dirty clothes, he thought. He quickly ran out of the room along the corridor into the kitchen and went out of the kitchen door through the garden and around the back of the premises down the alley-way at the back of the shops. As he made the final turn, he straightened up his shirt collar and jumper and walked on as though he was going to the shop to purchase something.
Later that day over dinner, his wife asking if he was hungry, reminded him of their dinner engagement in 3 hours time, to shower, get dressed as two of their friends would be arriving for them all to travel together in the can to the very nice restaurant, arriving at 8:00pm, dinner at 8:30pm prompt. He made his way into the kitchen, prepared himself a cold glass of iced water, quickly drinking it down. He prepared another, a half glass, drank some placing the glass on the country top.
His wife was talking about several things at once but he played little interest, he wanted to talk about what he heard earlier, but when, he asked himself, when would be the best time. He finished the remainder of the water, placed the glass at the side of the sink and made his way upstairs to prepare for the evening. Fully dressed in a smart dark blue suit, lilac shirt and his comfortable brogues he liked to wear. He looked good, and so did his wife in a lovely dark purple of-the-shoulder dress he'd bought for her only days before. She wore her hair up with small pearl earrings and necklace to match. They looked good together, and they knew it. He kissed her gently on her cheek, confirming she was beautiful.
There was a ring of the doorbell and he went to answer it, greeting their friends he invited them inside as his wife collected her bag, coat and keys as they all quickly went out to meet the waiting taxi cab. The drive was 25 minutes in which time they joked of the good times they'd had many times while sharing evenings out and of the one or two times things didn't go specifically as planned, but fun was had anyway. They were good friends a happy jovial group and enjoyed each others company very much.
Arriving at the restaurant, the waiter led them to their table, took their orders for pre-drinks and water. The drinks arrived, the conversation was light and convivial. They weren't looking forward to their meal, as this was a special evening of celebration in one way or another. The waiter brought their starters to the table and everyone eagerly tucked into their mushroom soup with French bread on the side. The conversation followed between them all, lots of laughter and merriment as several bottles of red wine was ordered and quickly drunk as the second and third courses arrived.
After dinner they continued talking, the conversation took them between work, university and school days and everyone remembered the good old days happily. Except, there was something he needed to say, but thought this may not be the right moment and put it to the back of his mind. The conversation changed rapidly again to plans they were making for holidaying together in several weeks time. They spoke about the apartment they would be staying in in the centre of the city, the restaurants they'd visit, museums, art galleries, places of interest and the beach, they couldn't visit North America and not go to the beach....TO BE CONTINUED
(This story is to be continued - soon)!!
© PoetReBlossoms
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