He spat on the grave, giddy with the knowledge she could never touch him again.

It had taken three hours to locate the headstone in the enormous cemetery.

Four hours on, hopelessly lost, he could still see her newly dug plot.

Night fell.

He felt her touch one last time.

George Hopkin puts words and spaces together and hopes like heck they entertain or inform. If they both entertain and inform, he thinks that’d be just fantastic, thank you very much.