The flower shop was run by Aristotle. He was a midget that wasn't even 4 feet tall, but he stood head and shoulders above most other men. He was a no-nonsense, tell-it-like-it-is kind of guy. He had a gravelly voice and was always chomping on a stubby cigar.
I pushed the door open and Mason and I walked in. I hadn't been there in a few years but still the combined aroma of all those flowers almost knocked me out.
Ari was sitting behind the cash register with his little feet up on the counter...
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Ah yes, Aristotle. I really remember him. Good man I seem to recall?
Christopher almost 3 years ago
Yeah, but more than a "little" gruff.
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Haha!... as we’re about to find out!