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Last Dance
TDW #157: The Reveal
“I don’t understand what this is about,” Lucinda told the ghost.
“Follow.”
When they passed the water spicket, she understood.
Ben’s resting place was just past the spicket. Lucinda knew the path well.
A figure of a man hovered over his stone, weeping.
“Ben!”
“I am so very lonely,” Ben said. “I want to choose who to dance with tonight. The rose must be mine.”
The angel shook her head.
“It cannot be, Ben. I don’t understand what the rose is about, but I know you cannot choose the dancer. Another year, the rose will rise on your grave, and it will be your time!”
Ben looked up toward the angel. “I am so sad and alone.”
“I have visited you every day,” Lucinda said.
“It is not the same. I cannot pierce the veil.” He clutched the rose closer to his coat, the one he was buried in.
“Something terrible will happen if the rose isn’t given to the right person. I know that in life you were a good man and tried to do the right thing. Please, give back the rose.”
Ben set his eyes upon his widowed wife, and Lucinda’s heart felt as if a sword had gone through it. The grief was…
