I looked over my garden with some pride. The roses were
coming up nicely.
But like anything worth doing, you have to keep at it, I
couldn’t afford to become complacent. So I pulled on my gloves and set to work.
I must have spent all day working, pausing only for chilled
homemade lemonade twice and some rather nice egg and cress sandwiches round
lunchtime.
But then, just as I was finishing, as I bent over to pick up
my trowel, I saw it. The unmistakable pale white of human bone, just visible in
the soil.
Rose’s coming up again.
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