This is for those of you who like the happier stories better... Not exactly the happiest story you'll find out there, but I thought it was sweet when I thought of it. Sort of based on a true story, hehe. Anyway, hope you enjoy. And, you know, I'd like to know what you think. -hint, hint-
WEDNESDAY.
It was Wednesday.
The car slowed to a stop; his fingers slid from the cold, black wheel. The keys clanged against the gold band on his ring finger as they were slowed pulled from the ignition. The hot sun beat down against the green-gray car, already warming the previously air conditioned interior. It was always hot in Miami. Always.
He sat there for a moment, eyes closed behind his favorite pair of black sunglasses. A deep sigh pushed its way through him as he finally unbuckled, pushing the car door open. The sun hit his eyes and he squinted; it was too bright, too bright for this. He reached back into the car, pulling out the styrofoam to-go box. Jose's, like they'd always get.
His feet sunk into the grass as he stepped between the first two gravestones, taking his usual route. He knew this place like the back of his hand, and he hated it. But he couldn't stop.
Calleigh Delko had been dead for two years.
But that wasn't stopping him from having lunch with his wife.