"I miss you." Shalimar whispers. "I still even dream about you."
She leans down to place a rose on the ground in front of her, settling back, cat-like, on her heels to read the headstone before it.
With a last sad smile, she rises to leave, hand brushing over cold stone.
~Emma DeLauro-Fox~
~1980-2005~
Created on ... April 27, 2003