Moving On

Anna peered at the ugly gnome in the elegant London house’s garden. What’s that doing there?’ She smiled at her fiancé, eyebrows raised.

            ‘Whatever you do, say nothing negative about that gnome.  It’s Mother’s pride and joy; I’m only second-best.’

            ‘I think you’re perfect, darling.’ Anna was raising herself on tiptoe to exchange a kiss when the front door opened.  Framed in the doorway stood a tiny, grey-haired lady.

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