"Date"
She gave the snow globe that she held so gingerly in her hand a swirl, and watched the little pieces of glitter that were supposed to be reminiscent of snow flakes settle to the bottom of the globe. "It will remind you of the time we had in Paris," Laurie thought. She tried to imagine the look on Joe's face if he saw the gift she had gotten him - it could not be more perfect. For weeks, no, months after their return from Paris two winters ago, all that was on their mind was the brilliant display of lights at the Eiffel Tower, and how it left them mesmerized, their head dizzy and bursting with feelings of excitement and fascination. They were in the midst of planning for the next trip when... "Gosh! What time is it? I'm so late!" Laurie snapped out of her reverie and quickly placed the snow globe back into its packaging, a paper bag a shade so golden that would put a bright yellow canary to shame. Yellow. It was Joe's favourite colour, "just because", as he would say. She then put on a dark tweed coat, the one that never failed to receive compliments from Joe whenever she donned it. She took one last glance of herself in the full-length mirror down the hallway and made sure she looked as good as she was protected against London's harsh winters.
Her destination was not too far off where she lived. She gave the iron-wrought gates a gentle nudge. The doors creaked open, a familiar sound that strangely warmed the cockles of her heart.
There he was.
She gave the snow globe she held so gingerly in her hand a swirl, and watched the little pieces of glitter fall, as she set it on the headstone that read "Joseph Millman, Beloved husband, son, friend"
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Happy holidays, folks!
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