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by talbot
Mother's Day Ficlet
Was a bloody brilliant idea really", he thought to himself, while holding
on the phone, "and a damn shame it hadn't been formalized earlier..."
"Yes sir, we recieved your cheque Thursday sir." the florist's assistant
assured him, returning to the line. "Yes sir, same as last time."
"An odd fellow", the florist thought, same order every year for the 12 years
he had worked there, and at least the 7 years before that, at least as far
back as the records went, and delivered to the same grave in the same
little country churchyard, and alway, ALWAYS the same card attached to the
23 blood red carnations,
"Happy Mother's Day, Mum,
Love William"
by talbot
Mother's Day Ficlet
Was a bloody brilliant idea really", he thought to himself, while holding
on the phone, "and a damn shame it hadn't been formalized earlier..."
"Yes sir, we recieved your cheque Thursday sir." the florist's assistant
assured him, returning to the line. "Yes sir, same as last time."
"An odd fellow", the florist thought, same order every year for the 12 years
he had worked there, and at least the 7 years before that, at least as far
back as the records went, and delivered to the same grave in the same
little country churchyard, and alway, ALWAYS the same card attached to the
23 blood red carnations,
"Happy Mother's Day, Mum,
Love William"