The tender green of honeysuckle curls in through the window, bearing
on its tendrils the scents of spring and the sound of laughter.
A slender blue vase holds a long-stemmed rose, dewdrops glittering
like gems against soft velvet. It glows against the dark wood, echoing
the colour of the leather-bound book beside it. Red for pain, for love
beyond the borders of the world. Red for passion...
A bottle of Buckland wine is set upon the desk and four goblets
appear. Arms clasp him close, and deep voices whisper.
“Happy birthday, Mr Mayor.”
He blinks back the memories, and smiles.
~~~~~
on its tendrils the scents of spring and the sound of laughter.
A slender blue vase holds a long-stemmed rose, dewdrops glittering
like gems against soft velvet. It glows against the dark wood, echoing
the colour of the leather-bound book beside it. Red for pain, for love
beyond the borders of the world. Red for passion...
A bottle of Buckland wine is set upon the desk and four goblets
appear. Arms clasp him close, and deep voices whisper.
“Happy birthday, Mr Mayor.”
He blinks back the memories, and smiles.
~~~~~
