She slowly made her way toward the old gazebo, clutching her scarf tightly against the cold wind while holding a large handbag with the other hand. He walked next to her.
“There it is, Frank. This is where you proposed, remember? Oh, they had to fix it up some since that day, but I’m glad they didn’t tear it down. Aren’t you, Frank?”
He nodded and smiled.
They walked around the gazebo together. She stopped and pulled an urn out of her handbag. “Well, I guess this is it, Frank.”
He nodded. They walked around the gazebo again as she poured the ashes into the winter-weary bushes. She put the empty urn back into her handbag. “Good-bye Frank.”
He was no longer beside her. She walked away from the gazebo alone, clutching her scarf tightly against the cold wind.
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