PHOTO PROMPT© Jan Wayne Fields
Some anniversaries through their thirty year marriage he’d left a hastily scribbled card on the mantlepiece – though more often there was nothing but the carriage clock and an unpaid gas bill. Life had delivered her Prince Charming only for him to turn into a frog the moment she had a ring on her finger.
This year, fairy lights, candles, a bottle of the sparkling wine she’d liked from their trip to Italy years before.
He gave her a shy peck on the cheek. ‘Thought you deserved something special.’
Her heart – dormant for so long – began to beat.