LYFE or Death?

The air was hot, the birds celebrated the glorious joy of the sun's beat as they darted back and forth from in-between the roses. But still that couldn't explain the chill I felt on this afternoon in July.

From the corner of my eye I saw what my ears already knew. It was the cloppity-clop of tiny heels beating down on the warm sidewalk like a funeral dirge. My eyes feasted on this procession of these two, young, budding, flowers enveloped in morbid gloom.

To add humor to this entire episode, they were headed to a restaurant called LYFE!