The flowers faced east…
There was a glow in the forest. The mist changing colour, every colour of the rainbow in turn. Neve watched as the cloaks of her parents...
The flowers faced east…
Recovery would be slow.
Impossibly tiny trophies
All of it, tumbling …
This was something new, something ...
'It’s said that opposites attract'
They gathered at the graveside.
Oppressive Surprise Skirt
Picture prompt - see image
It was the last day of the month