"Good day sir, how may I help you?"
"I'm looking for some flowers for my mother."
"She must be a lucky lady indeed. What kind of flowers are you looking for?"
"She's getting remarried, so maybe something with a wedding flower kind of vibe?"
"What about orchids?"
"Nah, she's got a crap ton of them."
"Roses?"
"Too cheesy. Being a late army-man's wife's made her a bit tough on the outside."
"Oh, I see."
"Yeah. She's got a sense of pride she'll never forsake. She barely agreed to marry again, after dad's death."
"It is a huge step, sir."
"I guess it is."
"Sir, I would like to suggest a black-eyed-susan. They would stand apart from the orchids; plus they stand for encouragement."
"Encouragement?"
"Take it as a way of telling your mother that life doesn't give second chances often; especially when it comes to love."
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flower shop tales
Short StoryJade the florist is not without his share of tales, from the flower shop across the street. //dialogue story// Copyright @thevildflower twenty-fifteen. All Rights Reserved. Steal this and I'll get Jade to have you sniff poisonous flowers. Highest: 8...
