Flowers of Devotion

Dean and Carter arrived at a modest florist run by a little old lady. Carter was lucky to have Dean there with him as the owner did not speak a single word of English. Dean helped to explain that he needed flowers for a gallery opening. She frowned and said that it was too late to put together a wreath as she did not have a spare stand and wreath ring.

The elderly lady waved at the remaining flowers in her tiny store and recommended a large bouquet of colourful flowers for Carter to take with him. He nodded profusely as Dean translated what she said, impatient for her to proceed, “Yes. Yes. Tell her that’s fine.”

After receiving Carter’s translated assurance, Aunty florist swooped up generous handfuls of orange chrysanthemums, blue-dyed roses, red tulips, pink snapdragons, white gypsophila and organised them into a bright but predictable bouquet.