When Don arrived home, Ria flung herself at him. She was always affectionate, but this was excessive. “What’s that about?”
“Don’t be silly, you know. Those flowers which arrived today.”
Brows creased in a frown, he said, “What flowers?”
She showed him the beautiful bouquet. He threw his hands up. “Honestly it wasn’t me!”
Now she looked confused. “There was no note with them. I assumed you sent them.”
The doorbell rang. Don opened the door. “Hi, Giles, come on in.”
The two had been friends since High School. Giles fancied Ria, but she only had eyes for Don. One day he hit on this idea to drive a wedge between the couple. Maybe he could get her at last. “Sorry, have I come at a bad time?”
“No,” said Don, “We’re trying to work out who could have sent Ria flowers.”
Giles smirked. “Well, if it’s not you, Don, maybe she has an admirer at work.”
Ria said, “That’s rot! I’m sure the florist can clear it up. I expect the delivery van got it wrong.”
Giles said, “I bet it’s a guy with the hots for you.”
“Absolute rubbish, Giles. Are you trying to stir trouble?”
The two men went off to tinker with the car they were restoring. The seed was planted, and it distracted Don.
The next week another bouquet arrived. Don became concerned, “Have you spoken to the florist? Maybe you have an admirer, and you’re not telling me.”
Each week another bunch arrived. The more Don worried, the more his suspicions grew. Ria’s denials fed them. The flowers continued to arrive.
Unable to cope, Don moved out.
Ria sobbed on Giles’s shoulder. “I miss him so much. I hate these flowers!”
Giles smiled to himself. He had got her. The flowers stopped.
© Felicity Edwards