I gave the giant teddy-bear to my niece; I was forty-one, for God’s sake, and I knew it came from his samples stock.
The size eight underwear… I kept it a while… hope springs eternal and all that – but when I tried to return it I discovered it was a discontinued line. Long since discontinued.
After he dumped me, he left flowers on my doorstep… garage forecourt stuff, three carnations, a wilted rose and much greenery.
Short arms, deep pockets, some guys.
I heard he had a heart attack later that week.
Probably trying to open his wallet.
If you thought you read something else earlier on, you’re not imagining it. I decided to change my story. 😉 The multi-talented Rochelle leads the Friday Fictioneers out onto the dance floor once again this week with a lovely photo from the admirable Dale Rogerson. Thanks to both.