daydreamer
The lavender wafted up to her nostrils and she took a deep breath savouring the fragrance. It reminded her not only of spring but of her grandmother's warm embrace as she tucked her into bed as a child. Comforting.
The oranges and reds flickered. Paul threw the bloodsoaked dress into the furnace and then pulled the small metal door shut. It scraped metal on metal and his skin prickled at the noise.
The corners curled, the pages where splattered with the reminents of a lifetime of cookery. As Gillian held the book of recipes to her breast she could feel the warm embrace of her mothers hot-pot.
The pink splats on her arms were obvious for all to see. Mottled blotches contrasting against the white cotton of her simple summer dress.