The first real snowstorm all winter and a thick snow blanket sparkles gently over the field. I wonder, how many tempestuous storms have put a dull finish on this wedding ring. Memory clouds over, absent-mindedly, I shift the faded diamond ring upright. Damn, must clean and polish to make it come alive again.There it is. Doorbell sound. Flower girl, Samantha, delivers the “Dance with Me” bouquet of red roses. Nothing changes. First, the phone call…same story. “Must extend for a few more days due to unexpected business deals. Be home soon.” Then, the flowers.
His return home opens air over luggage content as it wreaks stale cheap perfume, cigarette smoke, and Scotch, his favorite. He argues, “I give you flowers, affection…everything.” Yes, I must be doing the crazy wife mistrust paranoia dance. With dinner comes more flowers and wine. “I love you,” he says.
snow screams gray silence
winter storm draw in bare trees
flirting bold posy