Lollipopping

The day was clear. The blue clean sky, the hills a green sea of grass. Rupert liked walking alone. That pretty morning he put on his wellies, took the umbrella and started his walk with happy feet. He said hello to everybody with a big smile. Crossing the graveyard his steps were slower. Fascinating places, graveyards. He stood in front of an old grave. It was an intriguing one. The letters on the stone were worn and mouldy, but still clear. Lucius M. Loinbury (1882-1914) He died. That was all. No beloved parents, nor siblings nor wife. Nothing. Just the obvious fact of his death. Rupert went on with his walk, still wondering about Lucius M. Loinbury. He smiled and thought he should bring Lucy here, to meet Lucius. Lucius's grave, in fact. He was sure she'd like it.
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