NOTE: I don't own Dead Like Me. That's reserved for powers higher than me. I think the original prompt was for LiveJournal icons, but you get a drabble instead.
Georgia Peach
It was that time of year again. Strawberry season had come and gone, apple season not quite approaching; it was peach season. And George loved peaches.
Sitting at her headstone, savoring the sweet taste of the fruit, doing her best to ignore the fuzz, and even relishing the occasional drop of juice that ran down her chin, George sighed contentedly. This year, there was no anniversary. No celebration, anyway - there would always be an anniversary.
There might not be champagne in crystal glasses, but there could be a quiet sunrise, and the sweet and lovely taste of a ripe Georgia peach.
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