she stammers and hangs up before the visitor
can ask for his new address
trembling… she makes another mug of tea
trying in vain to hold back tears
anger?
loss?
whatever… it hurts
the postman rubs more salt
three letters…
she scrawls address unknown
in red across the front…
a circular addressed to Mr & Mrs
confettied… filed in the bin
but one… a window-faced account
brings a smile as she redirects it to his girlfriend’s home