After school, we used to come to the park together to gather daisies. Then we’d sit on our bench – the secluded one by the pond from where you can see most of the grass. We fed leftover sandwiches to the swans, shared our secrets and made each other daisy chains. ‘A flower crown for Princess Violet,’ Poppy would say before she placed one on my head.
While I leave the daisies alone, I still sit on the bench and feed the swans. Late one afternoon, I spot her with her new friends.
She’s smoking while pulling petals off a daisy.