All he could see amongst the wreckage was that stupid dead body...
He put his head onto the steering wheel and furrowed his brow before silently getting out of the car, feeling empty but with no room for food. Though room enough for work and nothing more, taking up Nick's bad habit of using back doors to enter before he stared at the painting from afar as it stood against the bare wall, faceless and daunting.
Dead-Rose-Gold was what he called her, though no gold could be seen just quite yet and to him, apart from all the colour that surrounded her, it seemed dull.
Rowland kept drawing blanks again and again as he thought about the facelessness of his wallflower that rested across the room, as he stood resting on the counter with his arms outstretched, putting his hat and sunglasses on
