Copyright – Janet Webb
There is a price to be paid when you fall for the illusion that the grass is greener on the other side. A casual glance, a not so casual touch, a foolishly insignificant affair…
Rose left her husband one late summer afternoon, seeking her long gone youth between her gardener’s thighs. Four months later, with both her wallet and her heart broken, the walls of a cheap hotel room started closing in.
“The winter is coming.” she said.
“Come home.” her husband said.
Once beautiful, now withered, the flowers were still there.
She said: “I don’t deserve you.”
He said: “It’s Christmas.”