The light I carried illuminated the tunnel’s dark walls with a sickly glow.
The only sound, the echoes of my footfalls as I hurried to meet her.
She’s been waiting for a very long time.
I felt it in the air… despair mingled with crosscurrents of rage.
Shapes and shadows coalesced to create her form… wizened, hollow…
I quavered, “Eugenia, my father wanted to say… how sorry he was for not coming that night. But it was my mother that he loved.”
Relief hummed beneath her mournful tone, “I forgive him.”
I watched as she crossed over into the light.
© 2013 K.Z. Morano