Well, here is my first Less Than 1000 story. WARNING: Angst and sadness follows, as the title implies.
A 30-year-old Kimberly Anne Possible stood beside the fairly large tombstone, looking at the freshly piled mound of dirt. She was looking, but not really seeing, as her eyes were blurred by the constant flow of tears. She wore a conservative black dress with short sleeves. Long black gloves that almost reached her elbows covered her dainty but strong hands.
She clutched a white handkerchief to her breast, which she would use to sporadically dab away the tears that fell from her melancholy green eyes.
The last of the funeral party had left about half an hour ago, but the somber redhead stayed and wouldnt leave the gravesite. She turned her head back to the coffin as it hung just above the hole in the ground.