She couldn’t remember breathing – she could only hear her heart pound. Her father’s memory instantly banished to the denial of that that would form her past. Swiftly, for some reason on tiptoes, she made her way down to rendezvous with Jurgi. Far behind her the barking dogs and cries dulled with her father’s eyes fading. Panting, she neared the lanes end. It was there, behind the pillar on the pavement side, that she noticed a shadow. It was about the size of Jurgi, but it laboured its greeting. Unsure, she slowed, but still on tip toes she inched further. “Jurgi?” she hollered in a hushed voice. “Is that you?” The shadow remained still. As she approached, it emerged with step and a bowed head, legs apart, hand cupped around a cigarette. It stood mute.
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