<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lisa and The Aftermath After Sunday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lisa dresses for school, <br>buttons up the blouse <br>with fumbling fingers. <br>She stares down at her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">bed where she and Mona <br>had lain the day before. <br>The same sheets, pillows <br>having no doubt her hair, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her smell. She puts on her <br>school tie, loops it through, <br>her fingers sensing the <br>smoothness of the cloth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She remembers how they <br>had made love on that bed, <br>how they had lain naked and <br>hot and kissing. Best Sunday </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ever, she muses, looking away, <br>stepping into her school skirt, <br>pulling it over her waist. <br>Her mother had called out </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to her some minutes before. <br>Breakfast ready, not in the <br>mood for food. She looks out <br>the window at the farmyard </div><div style="margin:10px 0">across the way, cows heading <br>out to the fields, her father <br>following, bellowing, a stick <br>in his hand, his arms raised </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to move them on. She sits on <br>the bed and takes a pillow <br>and holds it to her nose <br>and sniffs. Mona's scent, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">borrowed from her mother, <br>she had said. She feels along <br>the sheet with her hand. <br>They had laid there, their </div><div style="margin:10px 0">bodies, their lips kissing, <br>their hands holding. No one <br>had known they were <br>making love. Her parents </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and family had thought them <br>drying after getting drench <br>in the Sunday downpour. <br>She closes her eyes, imagines </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mona is still there, thinks <br>she feels her hands around <br>her waist. Her mother's voice <br>calls from downstairs. She sighs, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">stands up and slips on her <br>socks and shoes. Leans down <br>and puts a kiss on her top <br>pillow where Mona had </div><div style="margin:10px 0">laid her head, now she has only <br>images and memories instead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527862" data-title="Lisa and The Aftermath After Sunday de Terry Collett" data-description="Lisa dresses for school, buttons up the blouse with fumbling fingers. She stares down at her bed where she and Mona had lain the day before. The same sheets, pillows having no doubt her hair, her smell. She puts on her school tie, loops..."></div> </div> </div>

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