The little shop on the corner was usually a quiet little place, without much activity. The increase in traffic could only really mean one thing. It was Valentine's Day. Being a flower shop, Fiona's Floras was the first stop for many Black Hills residents. Timothy Butler, the man in charge of the little shop, recognized the increase quickly. He forgot that was today.
Normally, the shop would be closed by 8 p.m., but on Valentine's Day, Timothy liked to close up early. The clock on the wall showed 3:37 p.m. when the door was locked. He pocketed the key and was off. He had a small bouquet of roses in his hand. It didn't take much to guess who those were for.
Timothy's mind slowly filled with memories of his wife, Fiona, as he walked. With her, every day was an adventure. They had known each other since middle school, though they never talked much. They were partners once for a science lab in 8th grade, where Fiona somehow managed to burn the fish they were supposed to dissect. Even today,