The florist shop had not a seen a single customer all morning, but it had been by far the most interesting day. The Daffodils had trembled and vibrated nervously, and an Orchid had pretended to wilt, re-erecting itself after coffee,smiling and triumphant. Small Spiders had scaled some Petunias, I watched them racing about,up and down, on some kind of mad search. I let them be. Twice the wind had blown the door,making the bell ring, and once I was actually forced from my seat to close it shut. An old man passing by had smiled, I think he thought my profession something good. It had seemed the flowers were ganging up on me at one point, I had to put my novel down and converge with them. After that they seemed quite happy, and we all sat silently for a few moments, sharing each others colour, then they seemed to relax. Perhaps it was me and my coffee. The Roses are an incredible red. No customers this morning.
Kevin Nolan