Liz Turner: Game

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GAME
>>> Enter. Shift. Pause.Control. >>> >>> Space Bar! Space Bar! Space Bar! >>> That Autumn, delighted with their new game, they played it all over London and the County of Kent. They played it in the middle of the lawn on Guy Fawkes Night backlit by a shower of golden rain, against a background of moth-ravished plush at the local cinema, behind a display cabinet at the Picasso exhibition (Seated Nude Combing her Hair quivered, shimmied with excitement inside her earthenware slip), they played it on the Northern Line (southbound) under a tent built from the Sunday papers (he had been fatally aroused by the smell of newsprint which of all the world's fragrances thrilled him most), they played it again in the depths of a vast claw-foot bathtub under the flickering gaze of a one-eyed geyser. He sat on the floor lazily following the drift of tiny foam-breaking coral reefs, then fully clothed, slid in beside her. Ť Eureka ť they cried as water flowed over the sides down through the floorboards and into the flat below.
LIZ TURNER

GAME

>>> Enter. Shift. Pause.Control. >>>
>>> Space Bar! Space Bar! Space Bar! >>>

That Autumn,
delighted with their new game,
they played it all over London and the County of Kent.
They played it
in the middle of the lawn on Guy Fawkes Night
backlit by a shower of golden rain,
against a background of moth-ravished plush at the local cinema,
behind a display cabinet at the Picasso exhibition
(Seated Nude Combing her Hair quivered,
shimmied with excitement inside her earthenware slip),
they played it
on the Northern Line (southbound)
under a tent built from the Sunday papers
(he had been fatally aroused by the smell of newsprint
which of all the world's fragrances thrilled him most),
they played it again
in the depths of a vast claw-foot bathtub
under the flickering gaze of a one-eyed geyser.
He sat on the floor lazily following the drift
of tiny foam-breaking coral reefs,
then fully clothed, slid in beside her.
Ť Eureka ť they cried
as water flowed over the sides
down through
the floorboards and
into the flat
below.

LIZ TURNER

Liz Turner was born and educated in London. She has lived most of her adult life in Paris where she works as a translator and teacher. Her work has appeared in the Parisian print magazine Upstairs at Duroc. and on the-phone-book.com.

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