Gillian came into 
the laundry room 
of the old folks home. 
She leaned 
against the door 
and looked at you. 
Why are they 
talking about us 
having an affair? 
she said. 
Are they? 
you said. 
Yes I heard 
a rumour 
and one 
of the old dears 
said she'd heard 
from one of the carers 
Gillian said 
with an angry tone. 
You emptied 
the tumble-dry 
of some of 
the old men's clothes 
and folded them up neat. 
Why would 
they say that? 
she said. 
No idea 
you said. 
She gazed at you. 
You looked at her 
tall slim frame 
and dark long hair 
tied in a ponytail. 
If my husband 
found out 
it could 
mean trouble 
she said. 
Well it is nothing 
to do with me 
you said. 
But it is 
Gillian said 
moving towards you 
it is you and me 
they are talking about 
us having an affair. 
It's a lie 
you said. 
I know that 
you know that 
but my husband 
will think there is 
and he will be moody 
thinking it true 
and he'll say 
there is no smoke 
without fire. 
She fiddled 
with her 
thin fingers. 
What are we 
going to do? 
You looked at her 
do? 
what can we do? 
you said. 
Well you tell them 
there is nothing 
going on 
she said. 
You sighed 
will they 
believe me? 
you said. 
They have to 
she said. 
The door opened 
and Winnie came in 
she smiled. 
Busy? 
she said. 
A bit 
you said 
George wants a bath 
and I have to bath 
Sidney too. 
I can help 
with Sidney 
if you want 
Winnie said. 
They'd be good 
you said. 
Winnie looked at Gillian 
who was emptying 
the washing machine. 
You all right Gillian? 
Winnie said. 
Yes I suppose so 
Gillian said 
and went red. 
She took 
the basket of washing 
out the back door 
to the washing line. 
What's up with her? 
Winnie said. 
No idea 
must be 
a woman thing 
you said 
wondering 
what Gillian 
would be like 
in bed.
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	Terry Collett (
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Comments2
Enjoyed this scene and story Terry. Nice work.
A great story, told very poetically, with an unexpected but great ending.
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