Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[crimson_sister]

Valentine's Day was over, and things were quieter, and Lucille took time to look after the bonsai. Had she ordered more of them? There seemed to be more of them. On the other hand, they weren't exactly Valentine's flowers. Tortured plants forced into the shape of old trees might not be the most romantic thing, but Lucille felt imagining the pain they might have felt should they have felt pain - which she assumed they didn't - made her care about them more. It might prolong their lifespan considerably, after all.

Having done that, she made tea and opened a book, taking a seat behind the counter.

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