Piles of auburn leaves rustled in the late morning breeze. Summer slept beneath those leaves; memories of soccer games, picnics and walking barefoot in the park all slumbered quietly there. It was pleasant to remember the times past, times that are no more. Pulling the remnants of Joe’s army coat close she turned. A movement in the distance caught her eye. “More flyby’s, when will they ever stop?” She slid her hand into the coat pocket and felt something there. “Paper… his, last orders.”
The paper was worn and faded from all the times she had read it in hopes it would bring her closer to him.