One Day in December

by Josie Silver

There’s something about living in a different place that allows you to be whoever you want to be.

‘But I also said that sometimes, rarely, people can come back into your life. And if that happens, you should keep those people close to you for ever.’

That’s the thing about flowers, isn’t it? They’re lush and extravagant and demand your attention, and you think they’re the most exquisite thing, but then in the shortest time they’re not very lovely at all. They wilt and they turn the water brown, and soon you can’t hold on to them any longer.

You tread lightly through life, but you leave deep footprints that are hard for other people to fill.’