APPOINTMENT.

[dadio]

Mandroff took off his hat.
The woman was sitting in

a black chair busy with her
secretarial work. I’ve come

to see Mr Grove, he said.
Have you an appointment?

Sure, you don’t think I’d
come here on the off chance

do you. Name? Mandroff.
Mandroff. C? Yes, that’s right.

2pm. Take a seat, she said.
Mandroff took a seat by the

window. The woman carried
on with her work. He held his

hat in his hands and waved it
about absentmindedly. He then

looked over at the woman and
studied her hair: auburn, wavy.

Well groomed dame. He lowered
his sight to her eyes engaged on

the task in front of her. He thought
they were blue. The lips were lips

sticked in a pale red; they came
together now and then like they

were about to kiss. He couldn’t see
much else of her; she was hidden

By the desk. He wondered what
kind of legs she had, what shape

she was when she stood up. He
wondered if her legs were crossed

or just straight down with feet on
the plush carpet. He could smell her

scent from where he sat. He sniffed
to get the full load. He took it in.

Dreams could begin here he thought.
A buzzer went off. Mr Grove will see

you now, the woman said. Mandroff
got up and as he passed by her desk

he caught a glimpse of her breasts
wrapped tight like a gift. He smiled

and he caught her eyes: full of big
sky blueness, unhappiness and lies.

[theirishsea]

Super poem. The scene is so ordinary but you have done magic with it. The ending is superb.

[dadio]

Thank you very much.