Walter emptied the urn into the Grand Canyon.
They’d planned to retire and travel. Now Ruth flew solo: her particles frolicked between sun and shade, lingering to say goodbye before their exodus.
He shuffled back to the truck and pondered the drive home to Minnesota—then steered south towards Phoenix.
Joe Lunne wrote this story.
Amazing to me the images and emotions can be so vividly expressed in 50 words!
Well done Joe!
I liked the play on ‘shuffled back’. Well done!
I have been left wondering whether you are even alive. You swore you wouldn’t disappear and yet, you have. So much for healing.