Ten, Not Three

 

by Carol Wolrich

Email: CarolWolrich2@activemail.co.uk

 

 

 

"Not diez minutos! Ten minutes is far too

long!" The pink-faced inglés protests.

"I like a dippy egg. Tres minutos, por favor,

senor. That's three, not ten, need I say it

again, ever so s-1-o-w-l-y?"

 

His wife looks away, gazing at the morning sea.

Breakfast is a pain, even in a foreign country.

She'd happily settle for a quiet cup of tea,

alone on the balcony, with the sound of the

surf for company.

 

After an age, the waiter returns; his smile as wide

as manana: "I have... how you say... won mucho dosho

on el Lotto. Diez millones! That's ten, not three.

So adios from me..." And he breaks a dippy egg

on his pink English head.

 

©2005 Carol Wolrich

 

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