by Diane Robinette
All I had left were a few sprigs of frozen statice. Maybe a couple of half-frozen, straggly green leaf. I was out there, waving it in the wind, my eyelashes felt like they were starting to stick together as my eyes watered from the icy wind. Suddenly, a man pulled up in a old car, got out, frantic, “I have to have your flowers! Please, sell me your flowers!” I showed him my pitiful leftovers, but smiled big, and he said, “Oh, God bless you! I’ll take it all!” I think he gave me a $20 and was on his way rejoicing!