People came to the florist when it was time. He knew why they came, as humans they were inchoate, reduced to a function of existing. He could see in their eyes that they were cowardly and vain.
Jacques looked at the crummy facades of the shop fronts opposite and sighed. He thought he’d better put the kettle on as the General was due to visit at 11am.
The esteemed commander of this sector had claimed his visit was routine but Jacques knew he’d want to talk about increasing “business outcomes” as he euphemistically called it.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2018