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'True Story'
by George Hoerner1957 Lucerne Switzerland
the 4th day of a two week leave
three of us - a sleeping bag each
a car taking at each stop
both a gas and oil fill
we needed a bath bad
stopping at a public beach
into our swim suits
with a bar of soap
heading to the beach
3 minutes flat
in that glacier fed lake
and we had bathed
turning blue in the process
heading for the bath house
the two of them well ahead
i hollered, "throw me a light"
as i straggled behind them
trying to wrap a towel
around my solid blue body
suddenly from a lovely girl
who in my frozen stupor
i had totaled missed
in the sweetest voice
said, "i have a light"
i stopped as if i had
ice skates on my feet
she handed me
a heavy wool sweater
saying, "put this on; you
look cold" and as my
arms slipped into it
and my head poked
through the neck she added,
"my husband won't mind"
01/03/2009
Author's Note: Her husband came from the bath house a moment later. He was an Indian banker and she was Swiss. They were vacationing back in her country for a short time. We talked for a few minutes and I returned the sweater heading for the bath house to dress and head for a hot drink.
Posted on 01/05/2009
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/05/09 at 03:53 AM Truly an interesting short story. Enjoyed both the story and the telling. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/09 at 01:23 PM cool and somewhat chilling events that happened so long ago to the youth, as yet resounding in the man --- and in many are warming him, in so recalling. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 01/06/09 at 06:08 AM Thank you for sharing your life with us, George. I enjoyed this one.. alisa |
| Posted by Melissa Panther on 01/09/09 at 09:29 PM Quite interesting, great read! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/11/09 at 11:55 PM I liked how you built this one, and the ending leaves me with amusing possiblities. I do like the "solid blue body" also. Thanks for the author's note. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/03/09 at 04:21 PM You paint the biographical moment so well. The relationship with the guys, the existential encounter with a caring woman secure in her marriage. Thanks for the story and the trip. Until now, I had never been Lucerne nor felt the cold of its lake. |
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