Clash

Taffy smiled to himself, holding a bouquet of roses. 

The boss liked roses…maybe this would hold true for his son.

A thorn nicked his palm and he winced. 

He could have sworn he’d asked them to take the thorns off at the florist’s…

Oh, well.

It was only a little thorn.

What harm could it do?

He knocked on the door and waited for Harv.