Jealousy
Some frivolous lacy white hat, adorned with what seemed like a dozen roses. It wasn't in Mary's taste but she wasn't the one wearing it.
Draped entirely in white, some young woman pressed her gloved hand against Bert's arm, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. He offered an abashed smile in return. She seemed to think it was funny, laughing.
Mary found it less amusing.
Taking her current children to the park to be met with such impudence, right here for everyone to see. She had every right to be offended.
Prompting the children to move along, she decided they would go somewhere else for the day. Clearly, Bert was occupied with more important matters. Not that it was any of her business.
Mary should have taken her own advice.
She thought of nothing else all day. Some dark feeling threatening to overcome her, muddling her thinking until she heard the sound of raindrops against the windowpane. Across the horizon, dark clouds were forming. There was a storm headed for London.
This was all Bert's fault.
Shutting the window, the shudder of glass informed everyone that Mary was above such pretence. Still, she thought of him the next day too.
Might rewrite this one at a later date...