Flowers At The Door
A mortal left flowers at my door. Wilted. Chosen with the kind of sincerity that does not consult a botanist. I kept them until they were dust, which is how I keep most kindnesses.
A mortal left flowers at my door. Wilted. Chosen with the kind of sincerity that does not consult a botanist. I kept them until they were dust, which is how I keep most kindnesses.