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…