死 の 花
The resonant sound of church bells rang loud her ears at exactly six in the morning. Bianca held a basket of flowers in one hand while the other was folded over her chest, as she watched people pour into the establishment. What a gathering, and it was so early. She wished she could be part of these sometimes. Maybe if she had arrived earlier, she could blend in and pretend to be a participant. What she had been doing instead, she had been picking flowers in the garden nearby. It was something she did to take her mind off of things, and in this case it was the nightmares. She was done picking flowers, however, so she placed the basket - full to the brim with various colorful blossoms - on the bench in front of the church. Whoever saw it first and liked it was free to take it.
Walking aimlessly from the moment she left the church, Bianca crossed a street and came to a small creek a few miles away. There was a stone bridge over, one that wasn’t used much anymore it seemed, since they built a wider one for larger vehicles to pass that was lit even brighter. She could see it from the stone bridge, and it was starting to get busy. She wore a blank expression as she leaned forward onto the railing, searching her pockets and then lighting her first cigarette of the day.