They went to a fabulous bistro by the shore. Everyone, even the wait staff, ignored them but she didn’t mind. He didn’t ignore her. Later they walked on the moon-lit shore.
She wondered if he would hold her hand and smiled shyly to herself when he did. He walked her home.
“Which one is yours?” he asked.
She pointed at the tombstone. He read the engraving.
KIMBERLY FRANKS
BELOVED DAUGHTER
2004-2020
“It’s beautiful.”
“Where’s yours?”
“Just over the hill. Mine isn’t as fancy as yours, but I have a nice view…of yours,” he said smiling.
She smiled too then kissed him on the cheek.
“I had a nice time.”
“Me too. I’d like to see you again.”
She was happy he said that.
“I’d like that.”
They kissed then returned to their graves.