Departed

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.

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A post for Magpie Tales and FFfAW on photo prompts.