She had made a poor job …

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day three of this week’s challenge! The tale begins here.
She had made a poor job of hiding the damage

As she gazed, Miriam’s eyes took in something she’d not seen before. How had she missed it? She hurried out of her back door, across the neatly mown lawn to the fence where she and Dorothy had spent many a pleasant moment chatting about the frailty of mankind – and one man in particular.

Dusk was approaching, but late sunlight lit up a stran...