Isolde placed the small crystal skulls alongside a bouquet of red roses  and then stretched, putting her hand in the small of her back. She glanced out the plate glassed window out beyond the parking lot to where a lonely bus stop sat waiting. Isolde shook her head. In Boston everyone rode public transport but here in Oklahoma City, Isolde had figured out that only those struggling with finances used the bus. Her own yellow VW sat gallantly in front of her store.<br/><br/>The temperature in the large walk in refrigerators must be about set for the shipment of flowers that would be coming in an hour. Isolde really liked all the glass and chrome in this shop. Back in Boston, her shop had been circa 1780, all hard wood, polished glossy by generations of loving hands. Here Isolde planned to create the history for Magikal Arrangements. Her business advisor had warned her not to be so blatant about her Wiccan bend but Isolde could no more separate herself from that than she could her blue eyes. A reflection caught her eye and she watched the Mercedes follow the Porshe into the parking lot of Whole Foods. She couldn't quite suppress a grin. and she thought of the You Tube she had seen recently poking fun at Whole Foods and their small grocery carts.<br/><br/>The bus pulled up and regurgitated  humanity. Isolde went back to work. She had several boxes to break down and then take out back to the dumpster.