I didn’t hear a single murmur from Elizabeth.
It was like the world had swallowed her and her
grief whole. I reminded myself that she was just
across the road. I prowled over and thumped on
the farmhouse door. Dan answered. He was
unshaven, his eyes scarlet. His shock of brown
hair was all over the place. I asked to speak with
Elizabeth. Dan said she’d gone away to stay with
her aunt and uncle. This shocked me. Was it lies,
or had Elizabeth been spirited away to some
vague relations? I searched Dan’s bloodshot eyes
for answers. He was speaking the truth. There was
nothing more to say. I hung my head and lurched
back across the road. Elizabeth was lost to me.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist