Every year, on the anniversary of the last time he looked into her eyes, he wore the same outfit: a threadbare tweed suit and the ugly necktie she’d always hated. But then, corpses rarely change clothes.

Neither do prisoners, it turned out, because she always wore orange for the occasion.

Michael is a part-time lawyer and a full-time dad.  You can read more of his creative writing at timintemecula.wordpress.com.