She was there, besides the sunflowers, looking at me quizzically. I was certain it was her. I did even see her reflection.
No, it was not a reflection, it was a shadow. Yes, it had to be a shadow. I tried reaching out to her but, strangely, I stood rooted to the ground like a lifeless statue.
But, then, who was the girl that her parents had buried? It could not have been her.
She smiled and turned away.
A wind struck me in my face. The sunflowers trembled as if in agony.
I felt I would lose her, again.
‘I think we should leave now.’
I placed a flower on the grave and turned back.