October 23rd, my flower shop opened on 8th Street. All the flowers a girl could ever want from Roses & Tulips to Dyed Daisies & Geraniums. *DING* the door opens and a tall man with green eyes and blonde hair walks in. A jump to my brain, where I see us together..with kids...an apple pie on the window sill.. three little tykes running around the kitchen. "EXCUSE ME!" he says in a flamboyant voice. Another gay man out the window that I fantasized my life about. I guess I should give you a little more intel. My name is Margo Green. I'm 24 and reside in Dover, Delaware. After trying about 6 different majors, I decided to drop out of school and open up my own flower shop. I had always loved the smell of a fresh flower on my nose. I worked for two years at a local diner, while also getting a loan from my deceased father to rent this space on 8th street. Business was slow the first few weeks but picked up with at least one guy making me fantasize about my married life daily. My neighbor owned a Deli, with the finest bologna in all of Dover for many years, but recently has had bad reviews due to rats discovered in the back room. 8th street had gone downhill since I moved in but I had my faith.
I own an apartment about 2 blocks from my shop. It's a nice little domain besides the numerous hookers and crackheads located next door. I have a roommate named Janice, an old friend from college. We both attended the University of Pennsylvania majoring in Criminal Justice, but now I own a floral shop and she works at Dominoes. Her sex life is far more active than mine as she actively has a new guy in every week. 3 STDS and 2 Abortions..... What can I say? The girl is a piece of work. I offered her a job at the shop, but she can't stand the smell of flowers. I just think she enjoys getting the free cheesy bread from Dominoes.
