This is a seasonal story for the beginning of fall. I originally wrote it in the fall of 2010. I love taking mythology and turning it on it's head. Enjoy.
The little bell on the front door signaled a grand entrance. I wondered
who it would be this time – was it a man who didn’t take out the trash?
Maybe it was someone with an anniversary? Perhaps a temporary staffing
company getting flowers for a recent hire. There was very little variety in the stories.
I stopped the arrangement of roses I was working on for delivery and
wiped my hands on the purple towel that was tossed on my work station. I
straightened my hair and walked to the front of the store.
It was a tall, older man. He was dressed in a charcoal gray business
suit with a light gray striped tie. His hair was salt and pepper gray,
and even his eyes were gray. He smiled when he saw me.
“How can I help you,” I said.
His smile beamed. I wondered what he did for a living. Maybe a banker. Maybe a CEO. “I need some fl…