It was just another way of acknowledging the past. This had always been her favourite spot, those were always her favourite flower, and he had just sung her favourite song. It was a tradition to celebrate an anniversary. The only thing was, and nobody else knew that it was an anniversary for either her or him. Nobody had noticed that she was missing, and it was always going to remain a secret. After all, it wasn’t like anybody had found the body in the water of the beauty spot she had always loved more than she did her own husband.
I wrote this in response to this week’s fandango‘s flash fiction challenge.