by Amy B. Moreno
a cup of tea, but made with real tea leaves instead of a bag. And drank from a cup and saucer.
Jimmy an’ me had nothin’ when we marrit young. My hands were empty ‘til wee Kitty came up an’ gave me a posie ae wild flowers – bluebells, cowslip, daisies, wood sorrel. So young and bright.
Jimmy always buys me anniversary flowers; a fancier bouquet every year. They crowd the mantelpiece, crying for my attention like the babies that never came.
I smile a thank you an’ he rests in the armchair, admiring his work, please with himsel’. I sit opposite him and look out the windae. It’d hurt his feelings if I told him I’d prefer the wild flowers.
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