Memory of a Shadow

She remembers today.

 

“Daddy! He’s following me again!”

 

Dressed in black;

 

“He’s coming to get me! Daddy!”

The man turns, laughs and scoops up his daughter into his arm.

 

Standing by her father for the last time;

 

“Is he gone now?”

The little girl hides her face in her father’s shoulder, “I don’t know. I don’t wanna look.”

 

This time, she looks.

But, all she finds is the shadow of a gravestone made of granite.

So, she cries. She cries for the father and for the daughter. But, for the memory of the daughter’s shadow…

She laughs.

*END*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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