Kneeling at her mother's grave on a country hillside, Constance clutched the painted rock. She looked upward to the somberness of muted grey clouds, then forward at the matching headstone. Upward, forward, rhythmic with heavy breaths.
"I'm no artist, just an imposter painting over grief," Constance whispered, placing the small rock on the tombstone's base. With lavender hydrangea on coral pink background, it warmed the cold granite, and Constance.
Leaving the cemetery, Constance noticed a tiny, desolate grave.
Rachel Sheridan. March 5, 1956.
Constance gathered more stones and palettes, returning on Saturday. Wildflower Garden, In Painted Rocks. Designed for Rachel.
© Jennifer Smith