Till We Are Old

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.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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