The Flowers

I paced up and down the grocery flower section as if it were my life that depended on it. They had to be purple. Her favourite colour was lilac. They didn't have actual lilacs. I reached for a bouquet of tulips. Did she like tulips? Were tulips too Easter? I turned to look at the…

The Purse

When the busboy brought the dark brown leather Burberry purse to the front desk of the steakhouse, where I worked as a hostess, we scoffed. What kind of person forgets their purse at a restaurant, we wondered. An expensive purse, at that. We figured she must be some rich housewife, who doesn't really care too…