She arranges yellow roses in the vase, thinking of how a friend gave her similar for her birthday some twenty-three years ago. She’d been recently divorced. Heart’s emptiness was there, happy to be pushed aside by big sunshine bright flowers, but not ready for red-tinged love.
It was the day she gave up smoking and the day she moved to the big smoke from the coast.
She remembered how he was her only friend at that time. There was nothing romantic between them. She was withdrawing from nicotine and marriage. Somehow they remain good friends, because they were that first.

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