“Look Sheila, there’s another one here.”
“Oh Phillip, they’re beautiful, but so.. strange looking.”
“I think it must be a friend from Xavier’s school who leaves them here.”
“Must be. I know Doug liked computers, but to make flowers out of … circuit boards and wire I think… Why?”
“Maybe they remind them of him. I think it’s rather a nice notion. They’ll never wither or fade.”
From the branches of a nearby tree, a blackbird with a glint of gold tracing it’s wings, watched silently as his selfsoulfriend’s parents departed, leaning on each other. Warlock was pleased someone understood.