A Woman's Touch

It was the week after Memorial Day. The convicts were assembled at the cemetery to assist Kyle and the Niño’s to remove the flowers from the cemetery. They did this by shoving as many arrangements as they could into black garbage liners. These bags were left unattended on the road near the cemetery. Our hearts leapt within us when we saw the bags needing disposal. Upon realizing the contents of the bags we decided these bags were not full of trash, but treasure. We pulled over and snatched some bag right out from under the convicts threatening gaze. Citizens followed our lead and started to grab bags for themselves. Once we had made our getaway we stopped to sort through our haul. We had successfully taken 15 plants that had not yet been wilted by the sun.

Our dark, masculine, wood-paneled office immediately came to our minds. It was in desperate need of a woman’s touch. We took the arrangements and carefully distributed them throughout the shop giving each person a hand chosen graveyard arrangement. The men loved it and all agreed that a woman’s touch was just what the office needed.