leap of faith

a long-term tenant in my building that everyone calls "the general" told me that a woman at the hotel across the street fell four stories to her death last night and that he was the one to call 911. in his hand he held a boquet of roses wrapped in a plastic sheet which had the word "roses" printed boldly along the length of it. he told me he'd acquired the wilting burgundy cordials purely by chance but found it appropriate to place them at the scene of the accident. "she almost fell right on top of me, boss, i swear to god i ain't lyin'!"