
In post-WW2 Berlin, Henny grieves for her fallen lover, Anna, killed by an Allied bomb. As she joins other women rebuilding their shattered city from its ash-grey ruins, Henny recalls happier times and finds her eye caught by a young woman in a green dress.
Ruth is too young to remember the heyday of pre-war Berlin, when the bars were full of handsome women and pretty boys, but perhaps her youthful spirit and optimism can bring Henny to hope for the future.

Wild Flowers of Berlin By JL Merrow I see her the third day in, a dozen or so women along from me on the bucket chain. We’re clearing a site just off Unter den Linden, and I can’t think why I haven’t noticed her before. Maybe it’s just that the sun hasn’t shone until today, lighting up her wavy blonde hair and making it stand out like a gold coin in a coal scuttle. Not that any of us see much gold, or coal either for that matter, these dark times. The Tiergarten is a sad wasteland, its trees long since gone for fuel. She’s younger than I am, maybe twenty, with rosy freshness in her cheeks, and wears a sackcloth apron over her pretty green dress, the colour of new leaves after rain. I look down at my old grey frock, made greyer by brick dust, and frown. She smiles a lot as she works, and
