“Isn’t there seed neath your apron Mattie?” I asked but knew
the answer before she spoke,
“Aye, there is. Seed from your garden, and the like,”
she answered with a smile.
I felt relieved.
“The trail leads us all Mattie, whether the flowers bloom or
not,” I said in earnest.
Mattie reached into her apron and pulled out a remembrance poppy
and gave it to me.
“Lead that,” she said.
I took the flower and raised it up. It shined like a blood
red sky with a black sun in the middle.
“Mattie, you sure no one will notice?” I asked with a smirk.
She stood and stared while I pinned it above my tit, “I doubt anyone will care John,” she said with a note of
sadness in her voice.
