A 'sting' in the 'tale', sort of moment


Gently stretching, she

Opened her eyes, her hands

softly stroked the silkened pillows.

The scent of the rose petals

Hung in the air, and, as she

Turned her head, she gazed at

The now empty champagne bottle,

Standing on the bedside table

Beside, the half-eaten dish of

Strawberries and the used up

Dish of cream.

"Ahhhh...the cream" she smiled.

Smugly satisfied with

Last night's celebrations.

Proving she was still a woman

Who knew, how to make

Her man happy.

The sound of the mail

Dropping on the floor,

Reminded her that this was

A brand new day.

She slipped naked into

The sensually satin wrap

Bought especially for last night.

One envelope was addressed to her

And the rest were to him.

Humming to herself, she opened it,

"Another birthday card?" she wondered.

"Oh no" she gasped, "Not this morning"

She ran her fingers defiantly

Through her hair and read it again...

It said "Now that you have come of age,

We enclose your form for your

Pensioner's Bus Pass"

She looked up, in resignation

And glanced in the hall mirror.

It 'had' been a long night, and she laughed,

"Damn the man who thought of putting

mercury behind plain glass!!!"



Written for a challenge on Inventions, past, future or simply...unwanted.