Mourn Lower

by 3arn0wl

It’s Friday morning and Lilly Watts is at the Hallowed Prostitute, as usual.  She’s cleared away last week’s flowers and artfully arranged a bunch of daffs she’s brought for his grave.  As she worked she chatted – telling him all the latest news and gossip, oh and yes, the family were coming over at the weekend, it being Mothering Sunday.

And as she went about her business J.W. Constable walked up and down with his metal detector like Flymo.

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