Her gran told her paper was the traditional first anniversary gift. She got up early that morning and locked herself in the bathroom with a ten metre roll of gift wrap and selotape. Having stripped naked, she wound the gift wrap around her body folding and taping to the curves of her flesh. Unwrapping his present had been her gift to them both.
Today marked a decade together, sharing lives, children, and her best friend. She scraped the beans into the bin and smacked the emptied can onto the wedding china set before him on the table.
‘Happy anniversary arsehole.’