Yuffie danced along the line of graves, cup in hand. A makeshift watering can, six holes punched in the bottom.
‘The Tap Dancer’s Dilemma’ played from her Walkman.
Another line of graves. Spreading her life-giving mix.
A twirl, a pirouette, a smile on her face. Rising through the dirt. Dead assembled.
Gem was going to like her new garden.