fandomtownies | Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [10/06].

When Astrid finally got into the shop after her encounter, she took the magazine and threw it in the trash. Hannah and Julie, trying to pass Ingrid's lies off, like some elderly Salome hiding behind her veils. Astrid could have told those new children of hers a thing or two about her mother. She could have told them they would never find the woman inside that shimmering cloth, smelling of mold and violets. There were always more veils underneath. Theywould have to tear them away like cobwebs, fiercely, and more would come as fast as they stripped them away. Eventually, she would spin them into her silk like flies, to digest at her leisure, and shroud her face again, a moon in a cloud.

And, for now, Astrid had work to do, she had tea to make, and the flowers were all twittering like birds, and she barely noticed the abundance of pumpkins.

Covent Garden is open.