1216. No sense of humour

Jocelyn prided herself with having green fingers. She had a lovely garden; lush and full of flowers! Everyone she led up the garden path couldn’t but help admire her garden.

But now she had to move to town for work. There simply weren’t enough clients in the countryside. An apartment was rented three stories up and with a little balcony. The balcony had a panoramic view of the back of a takeaway place and a seedy pub. Yet Jocelyn managed to make her little balcony a thing of beauty. Three lovely geranium plants in pots; one flowered white, one flowered red, and one flowered crimson. Everyone she led out to her balcony couldn’t but help admire her geraniums. There was no word to describe them other than “gorgeous”.

Then one evening a good-for-nothing from the seedy pub, whom Jocelyn had invited up for a good time, pissed on the geraniums and kicked them over the edge. It was a joke. Some people have no sense of humour.

12 thoughts on “1216. No sense of humour

  1. umashankar

    Now that has got to be the understatement of the year, unless it is implied that Jocelyn is floating in her bathtub back inside her apartment, her lightless eyes fixed at a spot in the ceiling.

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