Blooming Through the Morass






copyright – Roger Bultot

An eccentric professor could have been comfortable, a charlady would have demanded a bonus up front even to contemplate the room; a chaos of piled-high dusty files, books and dirty coffee cups.
Bamford pondered the young woman seated client-side of his littered desk. He hunted clues to her character. He followed her gaze to the windowsill.
“You like my flower.”
“It’s an elegant light in dismal surroundings,” she answered freely and unselfconsciously.
He smiled at the result of his examination.
“It’s a white orchid, it symbolises innocence and beauty. I shall be very happy to take your case, Miss Stevens.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.