Green. She hadn’t worn green in fifty years. Not since…
The invitation seemed ridiculously expensive to her, professionally printed, and for an eighteenth birthday. Suzannah had always been daft about her girl Chloe-Anne. And why on earth, wear green, bring flowers and a plate with at least one green food.
Green. Ken had said he loved her, loved the green dress. That night, the earth had rumbled her from sleep and in the early light of morning the news had come of those miners who wouldn’t return.
Fifty years. Was it time, now to try wearing green? Just this once?