Lechance

Delilah was stood out front of her studio, hands on hips, scrunching her face at the display in the window. 

She had rescued some of the nicest flower arrangements left over after the festival had ended, and the window was full of a lovely late Autumn display. Rich strong colours of reds, deep browns and oranges in an array of dried grasses, leaves and long lasting flowers and fruits. The foliage surrounded a couple of her newest artworks, a pair of large Autumnal-themed oil paintings of LeChance buildings. Sepia-touched portraits ran around the edging of the window, reminding passersby of her main trade.

"Hmm," she said, thinking out loud, "Too much?"