By Zach Zajac
On a cold Friday evening, the front door of Leo’s modest flower shop opened, and Eddie stepped inside. The young man stood in the doorway with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his thick black overcoat.
Leo, leaning on the counter at the back of the shop, didn’t notice Eddie. He was too focused on pruning a small potted plant. His gray bearded face twisted into a pained expression.
Eddie studied the older man. Leo was heavier than he remembered, heavier and tired. After a long moment, he cleared his throat.[Read more…] about Three Legs at Night