They fought to the death over the flowers.
Mother said red carnations were unlucky.
Selina said “Who’s superstitious?”
We compromised
for the Processional
agreed ‘Queen of Sheba’.
Behind me the congregation
gasped their pleasure.
I turned, lifted Selina’s veil
as she whispered,
“Girls who wear red shoes,
don’t wear knickers.”
Sophia Roberts
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