Bouquet

He swirled the wine around his glass and then he sniffed for its bouquet. Some wilted flowers for his wife! 'A fine bouquet,' I heard her say. written 28th January for Constance's B word contest

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Constance La France

Date: 2/4/2023 7:34:00 AM

Jack, interesting poem and congratulations on your win in my Writing Challenge B Words, well done

Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/1/2023 2:04:00 PM

Just dropping back by with a quick congrats. Way to go with this winner. Sara

Terry Miller

Date: 2/1/2023 2:47:00 AM

Love it! Congratulations

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 1/28/2023 8:25:00 AM

Is this the wife you murdered, well I'm surprised she still talks to you! Your sense of humor always sharp Jack. Hugs and blessings. Jennifer.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/28/2023 7:56:00 AM

I guess she had been drinking the wine instead of sniffing the flowers. Reads like a good contender for Constance's contest to me. Way to go. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my pages. Sara