Abigail drove Ben's old Ford until she came upon the sign marking the field of poppies. She hopped out and grabbed his old typewriter and headed up the path to their spot where they became husband and wife. She was wearing her red dress that he loved so much.

She smiled as she saw him lying there waiting. She straddled him and sighed as their bodies became one moving in sweet harmony together until they laid down catching their breath.

She smiled at the memory and set down his typewriter. Then she scattered his ashes.

As always just a dream.