Flowers by Steve Cripwell

   As Claire opened the door, they lay on the pathway, making them impossible to miss. ‘Oh no.’ She searched for a sign of who might have left them, but all was quiet in the early morning. She jogged first thing when the air was cleaner, fresher, she felt, before vehicles and people corrupted it....

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