Policemen chiseling out the child's body from the frozen pond. Her mother, face puffy, wears powder blue.
Friends forget all the little girl fights.
They always loved her, like they loved the ice cream served at the reception after the funeral. Put dibs on it. Writers like to sit around together and dream up titles, then they put the flag in when one suits. My husband is really good at this. Who hasn't wallowed in self pity, imagining the pain they could cause their unappreciative loved ones simply by dying.