Flowers for grandma

She sat on the bench beside her grandma, clutching a purple-yellow cluster of chrysanthemums. She knew they were the old lady's favourite. Leafless branches scratched into the skyline, casting a netting of shadow over the two. She kept her eyes on the flowers as she spoke. The silence was sweetened by soft coos and the tweets of birds perched on the branches above. As she picked at the purple ...