Her hands nudge the soft dirt into place, giving a flower one extra pat as she sits back to appraise her work.
Soil stains smudge her pink dress and there are bits of dark chunks under her nails but it's fine, this is fine. She tickles the edge of one of the beauties spread out in front of her.
I don't think I need anything, really…
A smile tugs at her lips, but she's somewhere else; in a cobalt-blue time where all her hard work had been destroyed and she actually hadn't minded.