It was so dark Helen had to hold her hands out in front of her and feel her way around the gravestones.
“Bert!” she hissed, “Where are you?”
”Boo!” He grabbed her from behind, his arms around her waist.
“Get off me!” she squealed, making a half-hearted attempt to push him away. He held her more tightly and pressed his lips to her neck in a mock vampire bite. She giggled and turned towards him for a full kiss on her open mouth. Eyes closed, heart racing, she pulled him down onto the grass and shimmied her skirt up.
An owl hooted. Helen awoke, stretched her limbs, smiling. Then she saw she was alone. “Bert!” she called, looking around for her lover. There was no sign of him, the graveyard was empty. She checked her phone. He’d sent a text. This had better be good, she thought, to take off like that. ‘So sorry darling, can't make it tonight. See you there tomorrow instead? Love you. B xxx’
Helen frowned. Then a shiver went through her as she looked down at the headstone she had been leaning against. It looked fairly new, the inscription read:
‘Here lies Frederick, beloved twin brother of Bertram.
Taken too soon.
Love all, trust but a few.’