EXOTIC FLOWER
Malee’s only way out of poverty was
to marry a rich foreigner, and her photograph on the Agency’s website caught
Vincente’s fancy – after one carefully orchestrated meeting he proposed.
His apartment in Malaga wasn’t the
palace he had described, but Malee told herself she was fortunate – Vicente was
a considerate husband, she had found a shop that stocked familiar ingredients, and
beneath the trees of the park she almost felt at home.
Then winter came, and the park was buried
in snow. Malee spent her days sitting by the window, an exotic flower dying by slow,
cold degrees in a foreign land.
