Resurrection

Wilson carefully withdrew a can of spray paint from under the sofa. 

'Voilà!' he announced proudly.

'Ah, I understand!' I said, struggling to keep a note of incredulity from my voice, 'You're going to re-paint dead flowers in their original colours, then sell them. Does that even work?'

'Not just their original colours but also entirely new colours too — blue daffodils, silver bluebells, some new colours I haven't even invented yet!' he said, excitedly. 'I shall be doing my first test-run later today. Just in case the first ones aren't quite perfect, I shall give them to you, New Dad! But wait — that's not all…'

He rummaged under the sofa again and produced a small green bottle of BRUT aftershave. 

'They will smell like new flowers too!'