FM 2012 the ” Widdow’s Comforter”
“Stephen, what’s in this big wooden trunk,” Sarah my soon to be ex-wife asked as we cleared out the loft of my soon to be ex family home. “I don’t know, junk probably,” I suggested. “It might be bone China, we agreed I had the China.” she said greedily as she stood there and if I half closed my eyes I could pretend she looked sexy with her in her dungarees and checkered shirt, with her blonde hair tied back severely. It was amazing the way Sarah had changed, was it only three years since we met, got drunk, had twins and married, and eight months since she found she preferred a black footballer and instigated divorce proceedings which meant I was having to sell the riverside house my great great grandfather had designed and …