CLOSE OF DAY
Another funeral, another fleeting huddle of mourners, shuffling past the floral tributes to loved ones already dispatched.
A lingering shadow, a memory, a loss.
The devastation visited upon her family far too soon and far too suddenly for anybody to properly comprehend.
The confusion, the uncertainty, the grief.
That sense of living in a parallel universe as the earth continues to turn and people navigate their way through their humdrum lives, oblivious.
The yearning for the mundane, for the ordinary routine so unexpectedly fragmented.
And the flowers that sit there, persuaded into circles and sprays, motifs and words - reminders of an absent dad, mum, sister, friend, Arsenal supporter. Doing what flowers do best, with their relentless optimism and their inclination to endure.