[86 words]
I brought you these peonies.
I didn’t know that’s what they’re called, I asked and someone told me. I didn’t know
the spelling, I went back and checked.
I found my way alright, there were signs. The man on the bus was very helpful.
I’m leaving you this note. I can’t know if you’ll come back and read it, and find the
peonies, blooming or withered, nor whether you loved me ever, nor what that might
mean, no one would tell me, least of all you.
Kevin Armor Harris lives in England. The author of several non-fiction titles, he now writes prose poems and short fictions, characterised by a combination of quirky humour and a readiness to disturb and surprise.
