She turned the lights off, stepped out and carefully locked the door of the flower shop. Mark was still picking up his newspapers and magazines, before closing the newspaper stand. “Good evening, Mark”, she said picking up her bag, “See you tomorrow!”. He replied a short “Nighty-night” from below the counter, and kept on stacking the papers. She smiled and left for the parking lot behind the alley.
She saved a flower bouquet for home, and looked at it while walking away. It was a colorful bouquet of her preferred kind of flowers. She’s was thinking that working at a flower shop does have its benefits; being surrounded by all the beautiful symphonies of shapes, colors and scents, in particular. This bouquet was so rich, she though, as she brought it closer to better sense its deep perfume. Read the rest of this entry »