“Has it been so long since we spoke?” Jeb asked. “I can still feel your hand on my cheek, a mark which will never fade in my mind. If you’re happier now then you only have to say so.”
“Nothing?” Jeb prompted. “Alright, I understand. Some things better left unsaid. The word unspoken more powerful than a scream or a curse. You always were poetic, where are your fancy words now? Nothing to say for yourself? I’d expected as much.”
Jeb swallowed and wiped a hand across his pale brow. It was hot and his skin felt clammy to the touch. The woman he had loved gazed up at him, a serene expression on her face. He tossed another shovel of dirt into the shallow grave.
You can find a great parody based on this short story on John H. Loase’s blog.