Jay Hepburn

  • Jay Hepburn

Mrs Hardwicke pressed the button again but knew her efforts were futile, even the heads of the sunflowers, bunched in her arms, seemed to wilt in defeat. “We’re going to be here for a while lady” the janitor said with an irritating calm. Ten long minutes had already passed. The lift air grew pungent with sweet perfume and stale perspiration. “This is the second time this week”, he continued, pleased he had an audience of one. Ignoring him, she pressed the button once more. The doors opened. She stepped out, unruffled, wondering what he would do with all those TVs.

Seed by Jay Hepburn. Image by Johno Mellish