“As cute as a button” her husband would say as she frantically whizzed around. Always running late. Never wore a watch even when they were in fashion. Why bother? Her mobile phone acted as her nagger – if she could find the damn thing amongst the chaos.
Black, she needed to wear black.
Don’t think about anything else.
Her mind paralysed with pins and needles. She pulled out the black coat from the pile of clothes on the bed. What were the red and grey items of clothing doing out? What’s the time? Where’s the phone?
Tears sprayed down her cheeks. Dave, her safety pin, now with the angels.