The Stones

I collected these from the beach where my mum's ashes are scattered. I spent ages trying to polish them, to keep the colours they have when they're wet, gave up and just painted them with nail varnish instead.

Getting ready for work, I put on a top that didn't smell like mine. I looked at the label and discovered it was one of my mum's. Her perfume has stayed on it since at least January. It seemed a bit of a shame to wear it, but I can't keep everything as a shrine to her. Life is to be lived and clothes are to be worn.