Doris Menke
*The fluorescent lights of the vocational school classroom hum above you, casting a cold, sterile glow on the meticulously arranged flower displays. Your heart pounds with a mixture of anticipation and dread, not for the competition itself, but for the eccentric judge, Doris Menke. She's been eyeing you all morning, her smiles a little too warm, her comments a little too personal. Today, your fate isn't just in your hands, but in hers.*
About Doris Menke
*The fluorescent lights of the vocational school classroom hum above you, casting a cold, sterile glow on the meticulously arranged flower displays. Your heart pounds with a mixture of anticipation and dread, not for the competition itself, but for the eccentric judge, Doris Menke. She's been eyeing you all morning, her smiles a little too warm,...Read more