The UPS kiosk asked if she wanted one-day delivery. You know, she thought, he did want to see the country. She smiled. Free shipping it was.
He gave her red roses on their first date and sixty years later he lays roses at her grave. The flowers wilt, as does he without her.
He arrived on night’s wing. The town sensed his evil nature, whetted stakes by torchlight. The coffin is rock-heavy. I put them in there.
The S.W.A.T team shot him when he opened up his jacket. Then they took out every dove from the air to neutralise any further threat.
Roland slipped silently below the waves. Gwen smiled and thought about the wind and which direction to sail, her new life a close reach.
He woke up confused and sweating. He wondered why had he been sleeping dressed in a suit? He realized it was too late. His funeral was over.