Paul Atkinson headed off into the hills for his favorite walk.
The sun was shining but he soon passed through a thick clammy cloud before emerging on the upper slopes. He’d never encountered cloud on the hill before and he felt quite chilled.
Further on he saw Bill and Dolores. He called out and waved at them but they didn’t seem to see him. At the top he paused and admired his surroundings.
There was a new bench he’d never seen before. He noticed it had an inscription with these words:
“In Memory of Paul Atkinson who loved this place.”
Author’s Note: It would be comforting to think that we don’t really notice when we die.