He crisscrossed his heart and genuflected, he bowed his head, eyes transfixed on his boots whose leather was worn and laces broken.
Much like him.
He looked up, eyes locked on her peaceful face. Five decades ending. Tears rolled off his cheeks. He searched for a handkerchief and found one. It was soft, like her, Elizabeth, his only love. Her spirit was like a peony bush in bloom. Her presence peaceful and generous. He smiled at her. The heavens will greet her with unabashed joy.
He moved closer to kiss her cheek. “Goodbye, my love.”
He nodded to the priest.
Note: Many thanks to Dale, my sunflower to the north, whose blog A Dalectable Life I so enjoy and for her lovely Advent posting this morning. I was inspired to join Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge hosted by the Rochelle Wisoff Fields. The challenge is to write a story, using only 100 words, in response to a photo prompt. This week’s photo was provided by Adam Ickes.