A few months had past since she last saw the man, he was just one of those customers.
The bell jingled merrily and he entered looking weary. His eyes looked heavy and his hair was in desperate need for a tidy.
He walked up to the counter and placed down a take away cup and pushed it slightly towards her.
She took it in her hands and smelt the aroma of coffee.
"Why?"
"I figured I should do some random acts of kindness. I haven't been particularly kind lately."
He smiled slightly and left again without a single word.
YOU ARE READING
Flower Shop
Short Story"How do you passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?" --- Obviously this book will have coarse language so don't read if easily offended.
