Authors Note: This is intended to be a collection of unrelated on-shots and drabbles for The Mentalist. First up, a perfect (100 word) drabble in response to the March Paint it Red challenge "All the Words Unspoken".
Words Not Spoken
She placed a thin letter on the grave and held it in place with a small smooth stone. The edges fluttered in the wind and she knew that it would fly away sooner, rather than later, but she didn't care. She stood slowly, brushing fresh cut grass off the flat gray stone marker with her foot, blinking back hot tears. It had ended too soon. There were so many things left unsaid, so many things that she wanted to say. Now it was too late. The letter was all she had. A final note of all the words left unsaid.