Ambling lazily as usual, I rested for a moment on the crumbling dry stone dyke and watched clouds gather. I turned the flowers in my hand over once more, examining them closely. Would she like them? Would the rain start before I got there? Would I manage back up the hill at all? Did it matter?
I heard the bells of the old church chime eleven times. One more to go, I thought.
When I got there, I laid the flowers down, where none were there before and said my last farewell. It was time to go, rest in peace.