Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Ten

He hesitated in the doorway of the florist’s shop. The girl behind the counter smiled.

“I want some flowers for a funeral,” he said.

“You want to send some flowers?”

“No. It’s my mother. We are having a humanist service and a green burial. But I want just something I can put on the coffin.”

“Oh I see. When do you want them?”

“Now would be good. I’m due at the green burial ground in half an hour.”

The girl hustled off, returning with a simple sheaf of purple iris. He found himself smiling foolishly.

“They were her favourite flowers.”

©️jj 2019

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