The Talking Sword – Post 2

Ten years later Dawn stood beside her father’s grave and wondered what was going to happen now. She vaguely recalled her uncle saying something about her going to live with his family, but that would mean changing schools, and leaving all her friends behind. The thought did not appeal. She really would prefer to stay in her familiar house and pretend her dad was just away with work on a business trip or something.

“Dawn, it’s time we went.” Her grandfather was standing beside her. For a moment she wondered where he had come from, he hadn’t been there before. Then she realised she hadn’t been paying attention. Nearly everyone who had come to the funeral was gone, and the shadows cast by her legs had moved a long way. She must have been standing here for ages.

“I don’t want to go. If I don’t go maybe he won’t be gone.”

“I know how you feel, but you must realise it doesn’t work that way.” His voice was gravelly but gentle, and trying to be reasonable just like her father used to. “Now come along home. We have some things to talk about.”

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