Rose, in jeans and purple beret, walked up, offered me a cigarette.

I didn't smoke, but took it, smoked it with her. We became friends and collaborators

End of semester, she wore a beautiful flowing dress. She never wore dresses.

She hugged me and said it was a special day.

Walking in the moonlight she came to me, whispering about a wonderful journey and that I must keep writing.

I got the call, she'd driven to the beach and ended herself with her little pearl handled automatic.