Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Twenty-Five

She wasn’t the sort of woman who got bought flowers, so the hand tied bunch of red roses cane as rather a surprise. At first she thought the florist had made a mistake, but no. The card was addressed to her. She waited until she was alone before opening it. 

‘Happy Wednesday.’ It said with a row of kisses.

Which was odd because it was Tuesday, but she put the flowers in water anyway.

Wednesday morning came, and with it the postman brought her a letter. From a man she hoped was rotting in prison.

He had found her again…

©️jj 2020

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