Tonight’s The Night.
A short story by Robert Cormack
“Tonight’s the night, it’s gonna be alright” Rod Stewart
I spent a Christmas Eve selling flowers once. We were on Rosedale Valley Road, what they call a green corridor in the heart of the city. It’s a busy place during rush hour, but cold as hell. They’d dropped us off with our buckets of flowers this one night. We had to stay until the buckets were…