My grandmother had collected many species of flowers over the years. They all meant something to her. She knew the "language of flowers" and would often send a bouquet to her loved ones for special occasions. She would always explain what each type of flower in the bouquet symbolized; e.g., red roses for love and remembrance.
That is why I was particularly disturbed after the second single flower appeared on my plate at lunch. I checked in Grandma's Book of Symbols, for the meaning of the Narcissus, which I had found in the dining room. It didn't have any flattering associations apparently.
I took the book to Grandma's garden to check out what species she had and whether any of them had been disturbed recently. A Mock Orange bush in one corner had been stripped of many of its tender branches, which were lying all over the ground.
After my inventory of the garden, I decided to take a small bouquet to put on Grandma's grave in the Family Graveyard, just a short stroll away.
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When I reached Grandma's grave, I noticed another flower had been placed there. It was an orange Lily, totally inappropriate for such a nice woman. After placing my own bouquet on the grave, I turned to leave the graveside in the other direction. I saw a trail of disturbed earth and grass. On investigation, I found that the trail led to a gravestone with "Emma, R.I.P." marked on it. Startled, and with immense fear, I raced back to the castle, seeking refuge first in the nearest building, the Stable.
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