Written for Fandango’s word challenge.
Flowers, freshly picked, were always better than shop brought flowers.
Married for thirty years, she remembered the shy boy. He could never afford expensive gifts, but she was always safe with him. The day they sealed their love, the spring buds were nature’s confetti.
A small gold band, a second hand wedding dress, and the arm of a man she would love until they were old. He never hit her, never said a cross word. Life wasn’t perfect, but his love was.