Gretchen worked though her fingers went numb from the cold. She worked though her stomach roared at her to eat something. She worked though her head pounded and her feet ached.
She would not miss this deadline. She couldn’t afford to. While hers was the only all-local, all homegrown flower shop in town, it wasn’t the only one people had to choose from for their floral needs. If it were, perhaps she wouldn"t have to worry so much. She certainly wouldn’t have been able to keep the front of the shop closed while she frantically wrapped stems and secured baby’s breath to boutonnieres.
A chime like an obnoxious doorbell made her lift her head. Her phone, which she’d propped in front of her, showed a text from Janey. Her best friend and fellow single mother, Janey was picking Dixie up from sch
