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.

















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