Extract from “The Sensory Garden.”
“Helen stopped in front of a mock colonial home with wrought iron fencing and ruched curtains in the windows. The front garden was lined with white standard roses whose blooms spilled over the fence. Helen leaned in to smell the perfume of the flowers and finding one hanging loosely on its stem, plucked it off to carry with her on her walk.
When she got home, Tony and the boys were sitting at the table, eating a barbeque dinner. She looked in the cupboard for a vase but the only thing she could find that was small enough was a shot glass. She filled it with water and put the rose on the kitchen window sill.”