Dirty flowers for dead people
Wednesday, 14 March 2007
Something really wrenching about dirty flowers. The petal colours are fading like memories as they take on the filth and grime of the choking traffic and slowly blend into their final surroundings.
She used to drink in the Boston, a touch of colour in an otherwise grey pub. Hit by a 25 tonne truck after her G&T, zimmer frame no protection. No chance.
Here's a glass to you Sheila. Cheers
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