Grace stood behind the tree and watched him approach. The mist was only just beginning to clear. She knew he’d come. He had promised her, and he always kept his promises.
There was a single long stemmed red rose in his hand, the very kind he had given her on their first Valentine’s Day date. When he was near, she could hear him sniff.
“How are you, my love?” he asked, bending down.
After a minute, she saw a tear fall from his eyes. But he didn’t see her, as he kept the rose on her grave and walked away.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
8th April, 2017)