Ode to a Dying Breed 2

When they finished drinking the coffee, she could put it off no longer.  Marie grabbed her coat, finally agreeing to go with Sam.  What could it hurt?  It wasn’t as if she would change her mind.  If somehow they could bring Bill back, maybe.  That wasn’t going to happen. 

The meeting was in the middle of the park on the outskirts of town.  Sam turned off the engine.  A rumble of thunder pushed everyone under the one standing structure, a small gazebo that overlooked a rushing torrent of a greenish brown river. 

“It’s starting.”  Sam shivered.  “Mark, make room, please.”  Sam’s smile would have melted any man’s heart.  She was one of those people everyone one wanted to get to know. 

A slender nondescript man who sat on one of the benches that lined the walls of the gazebo stood and smiled.  “Sure thing sweetie.”  A flash of lightening brightened the dusk.  When dark settled back, Marie sat down on the bench.  She couldn’t see anything. 

I shouldn’t have come.  She wished she were home, wrapped in the soft blue blanket Bill had bought her on their second anniversary.  Instead, here in the thickening mist, cold penetrated even the heavy coat she wore.