As she made her way through the throng of scantily dressed models, production crew, buyers, family and friends all excitedly celebrating the success of the show –she looked down and saw a beautiful Tiffany’s solitaire on her finger. Coming to an abrupt halt as she ran into someone — she excused herself as she looked up to see Wilton staring back at her.
It doesn’t matter if it’s the emptiness and sorrow of a lifetime of love gone – or the sting and humiliation of love unrequited. It’s painful and can strike you unawares.
I wasn’t a wild child really – but there were six teenage boys growing up right next door.
Mr and Mrs Wilton were raising a house full of boys into men, right next door to me, and when you sat at the dinner table with them, which I did often, the fragrance of male hormone mixed with sweat and dirty socks was intoxicating to a fourteen year old girl.
This show needs to sing like a choir of angels harmonizing as if the first child were born. This is my first child. My baby! I need music so sweet people will cry. I need Ed Sheeran!
‘Alice, you keep missing a step, salt then lemon — and listen, he’s not worth the hangover you’re going to have in the morning.’
We were about six when The Wilton’s moved in next door. Yes, I know – who does that to their child? Wilton Wilton! The youngest of six boys, I guess they’d run out of names by the time Will came along.
Alice thought it hilarious, when I recounted my day from hell over drinks at Charli Browns. I couldn’t see the funny side myself and shot her a look that could kill as she plucked candy floss from my hair
What could be more disastrous? It doesn’t bear thinking about. I didn’t want to go to Mary Hill-Martins birthday party in the first place.
Daily Prompt: Savor Savor every moment. Savor your early morning run, and walks on the beach. Savor spontaneous vacations and having friends over for dinner. Savor hugging. Savor carefree days and boring events. Savor throwing a ball with the kids and playing with the dog. Savor getting up and going to work every morning, or just…