Picnic
Lisa sat down next to Jonathan. Her skirts billowed underneath her, swelling the fabrics. She blushed, embarrassed of her silly appearance. Jonathan didn’t say anything; he only continued to stare off into the sky.
Lisa unpacked the picnic lunch, sandwiches and fruit slices, lovingly prepared for him and her. She took a dainty bite, pleased with her hard work. Jonathan could not touch his sandwich.
Lisa nibbled on the fruit, the flesh breaking, juices flowing on her delicate tongue. She giggled, the flavors tickling her palette. Jonathan could not partake of the fruit.
Lisa popped open a bottle of wine, pouring a glass for each of them. She smiled as she clinked her glass to his. She proposed a toast, celebrating another year passing and to her health. Jonathan could not say anything.
Lisa leaned back against Jonathan’s rock shoulders. He was cool to the touch like always. They watched the clouds drift by and she recalled the days they spent together.
As the sun began to set, Lisa packed up the picnic and folded the blanket. She leaned down and kissed Jonathan on the head. She waved goodbye and left the memorial park.
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