Once Lost, Now Found

100 words on "come find me."

Here is my response to the most recent prompt from The Fiction Dealer.

The grass was cold and wet under my feet and the night was chill and crisp. I frantically looked everywhere for her as I ducked under low-hanging branches and strode among the gravestones.

I saw her at the edge of the forest, just inside the wrought-iron fence. She wore white, just like the day I buried her. Her skin was shining, almost translucent, and her lips were as red as fresh blood.

I ran toward her and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her, slow and soft and deep. She was cold, yet I had never felt such warmth.