“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She asks with an ecstatic sigh, while leaning on his shoulder, her hand intertwined with his, admiring the sunset over the lake from the solitary jetty.
“Impossible,” he says, pulling the knife from the back pocket of his jeans.
Ideas for a tall story 
That was such a small tragedy
Short, but surely tragic. She was too naive. Thank you for your comment, Mario!