Will Harrison
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
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She just said her heart wasn't in it.
And for the flower woman, it was like getting her nerve endings extracted so that now everything and every day is just a dull thump.
The man sensed a decrease in the threat level.
There was a high swivel chair next to the counter and he dragged it closer and sat down, grateful for a moment's rest.
During tax season, about the best he could manage was a long nap and he was starting to feel that metal on metal grind in the back of his neck.
The flower woman took a large sheet of white drawing paper and a set of pencils from under the counter and began sketching what the arrangements might look like.
At the office, they would be impressed that he took it to this level.
But maybe this was it, the thing that ended it.
Maybe the woman was doing portraits of her lover at night, here in the flower store after hours under these full spectrum grow lights, getting the woman to drop one strap of her camisole so she could work on the shading at the top of her breast and struggling to convey in just pencil the fine field of blonde hairs on the side of her neck.
And then, when her lover came around to look at the page, rearranging her clothes, she would see so clearly the sadness and, more threatening, the lack of intelligence drawn into her face.