Carmine had a bad day. Not horrific, but not good. What he needed was to go for a walk.
As he strolled along the canal at twilight, he noticed a young lady bending over on the path ahead.
He asked her what she was doing. She replied that she was smelling the flowers. It’s always good to stop and smell the flowers.
Amused, Carmine smiled at the woman , and then with a cavalier bow bent and…
woke, laying in a mulch bed. His wallet missing, his head throbbing, and the taste of rose petals in his teeth.
Carmine was having a bad day
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