Yuffie danced along the line of graves, cup in hand. A makeshift watering can, six holes punched in the bottom.
‘The Tap Dancer’s Dilemma’ played from her Walkman.
Another line of graves. Spreading her life-giving mix.
A twirl, a pirouette, a smile on her face. Rising through the dirt. Dead assembled.
Gem was going to like her new garden.
Just two days left to enter our competition to win Lucy this week! If you do enter, be sure to leave a link in the post comments, like it says in How to Enter. I can still see there are more shares than entries by a long way.