Afterlife of a vase
The moment when flowers have passed their colourfull, scent-rich glory, the well-wishers whose offerings of joy, sympathy or condolences have long gone, and all that is left are muddy, slimey and smelly remnants stuck to the inside of the container they were held in, the bracken water having been consumed by the floral tribute. Insects stuck to mouldy leaves and the crusty and dull sides of previously crystal clear glass.
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