The first Valentines Day they were together he bought her lilies. A huge bunch of wickedly expensive lilies. She hated lilies, but she was too polite and too much in love to say so.
She lived to bitterly regret her maidenly politeness, as he bought her lilies on every special occasion. Even insisted she carried the horrors in her wedding bouquet.
For better than forty years, the cloying scent of stargazer lilies dogged her footsteps.
The day she awoke to find him cold and still in their bed etched itself on her brain with just three words.
‘No more lilies.’