Hasty Marriage

Burden of a Hasty Marriage. He saw her at the cafe she a cup of cacao and eating a cream cake, he had a sandwich with cheese and ham. She looked up and smiled, he knew she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Shy, as he was, still found the courage to get up and walk over to her table and ask if he could eat his modest sandwich with her; she said yes and they sat there in silence, just eating. Dimly he knew he had to say something, but couldn’t but couldn’t find the words so he ate the cup and saucer, the table cloth, serviettes and crumbs of her cake, when he began eating the table she told him to stop. Ice broken he said he loved her, she said she loved him, not to waste time they got married in the afternoon. Found a hotel room and stayed in bed for a fortnight. Made love in every position one could think of; they even forgot to eat. Entwined they slept until a knock on the door, something about paying for the room. For him was a welcomed distraction, got up had to go to his bank he told her, two weeks in bed it stunk like a pig sty. Paid his bill but didn’t enter their room, he was cured of love based on sex alone