Tomorrow Pamplona by Jan Van Mersbergen

Author:Jan Van Mersbergen [Jan van Mersbergen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781908670038
Publisher: Peirene Press
Published: 2011-09-17T04:00:00+00:00

Pavel said goodbye and pulled on his coat. I’ve got to go into town, he said.

See you tomorrow.

Monday.

Monday then.

Pavel opened the door, winked at him and disappeared.

Danny sat on the bench for a while. He drank water from the bottle. Get moving, he said to himself. He took off his T-shirt, pulled his towel from his bag and stood up. He heard a noise out in the corridor. He stayed where he was. The tap of metal on metal. The outside door closed and someone knocked on the door of the changing room.

Anyone in there?

Yeah.

She opened the door and looked into the changing room, first at the bench opposite, then at him. At his chest. She came through the doorway and stopped, holding the door with one hand.

Where are the others?

They’re not coming in until this evening.

She nodded. That include the grumpy one?

Yes, he replied.

She came into the changing room, shut the door and leant against it.

I’ve got to take a shower, he said.

She didn’t react, just looked at him.

I’ve heard you’re training hard.

I’m doing my best.

That you’re training harder than certain other people.

That’s their lookout.

She laughed. Exactly, she said.

Danny slid forward over the bench. The planks felt hard and cold. He had to force himself not to look at her. He looked at his shoes, at the laces snaking across the tiles.

I heard you’re going up against an Argentinean.

Yes.

And you’re going to give him a pounding.

Who said that?

Someone who knows what they’re talking about.

She came closer, sat down on the bench and crossed her legs. She opened her bag, took out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Danny looked at the cigarette. The filter was red with lipstick.

They say you’re a counter boxer.

Danny leant against the wall and then bounced back and rested his elbows on his knees.

Yes, that’s what they say.

Is it true?

Depends on the opponent.

Didn’t look like it when you were fighting that Bulgarian.

But he was waiting too. So I attacked.

What happens when your opponent goes on the attack?

Then I counter.

Ragna took a drag of her cigarette and dropped it on the tiled floor. The cigarette wasn’t even half finished. She crushed it under her heel. Sliding across the bench towards him, she brushed his biceps with her fingertips.

Counter, she said, looking at him. She glanced down and then looked up again, into his eyes, with a different expression on her face. A shock ran up Danny’s arm. She withdrew her hand for a moment, and then rested it on his upper arm again before moving it and gently stroking his chest.

I need to take a shower.

Go ahead.

Danny gave her a grin. Then he stood up in front of her and tensed his stomach muscles. She looked at his abs, then up at his face. Still looking him in the eyes, she got up and came closer. And closer still. She kissed him on the mouth. Danny tried to keep looking into her eyes, but she’d closed them. He put his arm around her and she swiftly moved his hand down.

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