Gemotions

The florist had a stupid smile. “Enjoy!” The words grated on David’s nerves as he took the bouquet. He knew he wouldn't. He never enjoyed things.

Back inside, he placed the flowers on the dining room table, glaring at them. Carnations. Cheap and utterly unremarkable. The blandness of the blooms somehow matched the emptiness in the apartment.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the harsh smoke a familiar comfort. He considered tossing the arrangement out the window. Too much effort. He opted for the couch, and a long, sullen stare.