PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford
Dolly stared into the trug at the faded rose heads, their sepals turned back like neatly folded wrapping paper showing presents of fluff and seeds.
‘Only a little more to do,’ said Mrs Galston.
Being in the garden suited the Missus. Despite the expanse of her straw picture hat, she’d always bronze a little, as if the sun had snuck under her skin and couldn’t help but glow at its own cleverness.
Dolly was the first to see the telegram boy walking straight and stiff towards them, a dark blue shadow falling across the golden afternoon.
So many fallen blooms.
In the UK at this time and later, telegram boys wore a dark blue uniform, as can be seen in the image on the far left below.