I might make these actual stories

The picnic date

We arrived at Avalon pond at 11:34am, it was a  warm spring day. It had seemed that the last visitors had left their trash behind, scattered across the picnic clearing was various packets of crisps and candies. As Lyon and I stepped out of my Volkswagen Beetle we noticed a nest of birds. It seemed that were hatchlings crying out to their parents, only for us to see two dead Lark Sparrows decapitated on the ground. Perhaps this was a warning, a red flag for what was about to occur.
Lyon and I grabbed our picnic basket from the trunk of my beetle, trying to forget the gruesome scene Lyon made a joke.
"What do you call a cow with no legs?"
"I do not know, what is it called?"
"Ground beef!"
As his laughter became deafening he grasped my hand and lead me to a picnic table. This table was closest to the water, giving me the chance to see a family of wood ducks float by. While I was distracted by the family of ducks Lyon sets out our plates and charcuterie board. I remove the cheese, biscuits and dips laying them neatly on the board.
A few moments after we dig into the food Lyon begins to cough erratically, these coughs do not stop but clearly worsen. Before long I realise he is choking! My dear sweet Lyon turns a shade of blue before passing out, falling back and hitting his head on a stone, killing him.
Hi, my name is Elizabeth Dalor and every date I go on my date dies.