Some of you might remember this one:
The blush of dawn came. Summer stretched before them, along with the thought of endless, monotonous hospital treatments. She watched a sandpiper scurry after a crab, one hand over her chest where evil grew, virus like, insidious.
She said, “Promise?”
He nodded, “Promise.”
Helpless, he watched her grow weaker, until one day, she said, “Today.”
He carried her to the beach, waded in and lowered her down. She struggled, only a little, but he could see her smiling through his tears.
Later his cell rang, interrupting his anguish.
He answered and her doctor said, “I’ve made a horrible mistake.”