Christopher Riesco

The Afternoon

A girl on holiday returned to her hotel

after a day of wandering around looking 

at people on the street and waiters and waitresses. 

When she walked through the glass doors 

there was a guy sitting in the foyer, 

another guest. He asked her if she spoke 

such and such a language 

and where to find so and so street. 

She spent the afternoon 

on hands and knees in the man’s hotel room, 

gasping, laughing, 

or talking to him over her shoulder. 

They did it three times. 

The first two times only he came. 

The third time, they came together.


Christopher Riesco lives and works in Manchester, UK.

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