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Ephemera

Some husbands saunter in and buy a dozen red roses. Guilt assuaged.

Mr. Cafferty isn’t one. While his wife divides her day between Saks and the country club, he barters his time for her baubles. His careful choices charm me. As I select stems, I wonder why she craves things rather than him.

Beth teases me over my infatuation. Neither of us has been love-lucky despite proffering bouquets for those who are.

When he appears after months, shyness seizes me. His smile brightens me, until the new reedy blonde sashaying behind him says, “Flowers? But jewelry is forever.”

 

end 8/3/2017 (97 words)

Sascha Darlington

46 replies »

  1. Mr. Cafferty is not the sharpest knife in the block… but he’ll keep looking for arm-candy and keep wasting hims money…
    She’s better off watching from afar…

  2. If he keeps choosing such shallow binbos, he deserves everything he gets – and the florist deserves better! Nice tale, Sascha. And as a florist, I can tell you we are hardly ever bought flowers ourselves – better keep and eye out for the jewellery then, I guess 🙂

  3. Dear Sascha,

    It’s easy to fantasize from afar, isn’t it? I think she’s better off looking for someone with more depth. Mr. Cafferty doesn’t sound very promising. Good story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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