The rose that I left on his grave was simply a kind gesture, given to me by a flower seller when I stopped and asked for directions to the church. I guess that it was just a coincidence that it happened to be his favourite flower – or perhaps you could call it ‘fate.’
Isn’t it strange that we both brought roses!
They were his favourite flower, didn’t you know?
Ah, right. No, I had no idea!
The rose that I left on his grave was simply a kind gesture, given to me by a flower seller when I stopped and asked for directions to the church. I guess that it was just a coincidence that it happened to be his favourite flower – or perhaps you could call it ‘fate.’