She saved the dress for special occasions.
It had never been worn.
Occasionally she tried it on, admiring the drama of the green bodice and the voluminous skirt that sounded like whispers of admiration when she moved.
But then she would fold it away, berating herself for ever buying it.
He put his head around the door. “We’re going out. Wear the green dress.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
She sat in the cinema, popcorn peppering the skirt of the special occasion green dress, watching the twenty fifth anniversary screening of the film they watched on their first date.
Leave a Reply