That one sunny afternoon, you saw a girl when you walked out from your red
Toyota in the CVS parking lot. Germanic. Slender. Long hair. Dressed in a pretty skirt and
savoring a cone of ice cream. You noticed absent-mindedly. Was that chocolate? You loved
chocolate ice cream yourself. She saw you, smiled sweetly and nodded her head. You smiled
back and said hi. The sweet curve of her lips grew deeper. She went by. You moved on.
Neither of you looked back.
That one sunny afternoon, Death shared a love for ice cream with you.