Losing the grass

No one stood nearby as we walked the alley that night. It is not as though there was anything to see really. Marie was dead. Her body laying across the ground, splayed into an angelic figurine. We knew no more of her now than we did before this nights begining.

There was the odd sound which would rush past our ears. We were at the height of our game. Do you know what it means to be on the top? Do you?!

Tears rolled down both of our faces... There was nothing left to say. We both loved her.

"You ok Frank?"

Damn him. Why can't he just leave me alone?

No one stood at the grocery store that winter collecting money for the Christmas charity. That was Marie's job. She would stand there with a smile on her face, and hope on her sleave, inspiring each of us to be more than what we were.

She was beautiful.