Say It With Flowers
'Roses. one dozen, red. Orchids, lavender.' The florist sniffed. 'Personally, I'd be sending her a bouquet containing a triffid, two wolfweeds, a venus flytrap, three vervoids and a pitcher plant. Bound with poison ivy. But that's just me.'
'Just make it up, will you?' Adric snapped. Zoe shrugged.
'It's your funeral.'
Adric looked up at the clock, then back over his shoulder at the door. A sigh of relief. No sign of her.
'Not yet.' He was about to leave, but then turned back, a devilish smile on his face. 'Just one thing - leave the thorns on the roses.'