there were teabags all over the table.i didn`t have anything else that would have done the job.i don`t wear hats.on the back of our wedding photo i had listed the names of places all around england and the world.edinburgh, new york, brighton.paris, sydney, london and many others.taking a pair of nail scissors, i had cut up all of the names into tiny pieces until there were more than 20 slivers of our wedding day in front of me.i scraped all of them off the table and into the empty teabag box.i shock the box about a bit and closed my eyes--don`t ask me why--and picked out a sharp slice of photo.i looked at the picture side first.a bit of white puffy meringue wedding dress was evident, but nothing else.i`m surprised there was room in any of the pictures for neil.
i put the photo segment on the table, wedding dress up, grabbed one of the teabags from the pile and made myself a cup of tea.i didn`t have to rush into revealing the place name.i had all day.after my cup of tea i had a slice of toast, burnt, just how i like it, with jam.still the sliver lay on the table, next to the teabags.i finished my toast and brushed the crumbs from my sweatshirt onto the floor.i`d vacuum before i left in the morn ing.i stood up, then sat down, then stood up again and walked over to the near-empty wardrobe, just to check i hadn`t forgotten anything.
i decided then to throw out all of the pieces of wedding photo that had not been lucky enough to be selected on this occasion.i took the teabag box to the bin and emptied the contents into it.bits of photo fell, some managed to hit their target, other bits fluttered twisting and turning like those helicopter seeds i played with as a child, on to the bedroom floor.i closed my eyes and didn`t want to see any place names that来源：作文地带整理。
