Goat

Part VI - A Death

I sat on my dead husband's body, looking down at his face, that aching expression he held even in death. I traced his weary face, his fragile arms, and ran my fingers through his shaggy hair.
I smiled, a tear falling from my eye as I looked up at the girl who watched me. She looked just like me, only she was covered in darkness, her curls falling over her face, which held no expression, her eyes just staring down at me.
I sniffled and smiled up at her.