“What’s a typewriter doing in a poppy field?” Madeleine asked.

“Look’s like my Uncle Horace’s,” Chris answered his fiancee, “Let’s go.”

He was horny and impatient, eager to return to his family’s farmhouse. A soft bed was waiting to host their first sexual encounter.

“There’s paper in it,” Madeleine remarked.

She pulled it out and read it. Frowning, Madeleine passed it to Chris.

It read, “Seize today. You never know what will come.”

Chris looked up. Madeleine was smiling and unbuttoning her dress. Dropping the paper, Chris unzipped his jeans.

He sank to the ground, pulling Madeleine down with him.