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…