Karen believed coming to the city where they spent their honeymoon would rekindle their love. As they neared the shore, she knew his affair with her best friend had killed it – once and for all.
Ken had bought her roses on an impulse. The roses began to wilt without any water. She heard the bells ringing from the church tower flanking the piazza where they first met. Karen moved closer to Ken. Placing her lips on his, she reached out with her arms and pushed.
She heard the splash and smiled.
“Happy Anniversary, Ken!” Karen said throwing his roses overboard.
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