The Night of Reckoning

“Who are you?” I demanded. The girl squirmed like a rat. She didn’t even lift her head. Gaze on the ground, she delivered her insistence like it was the sentencing for a capital crime: “You wouldn’t remember my name.”

Silver moonlight illuminated the tombstone behind her, an all too familiar name emblazoned upon my eyes. It threw me off my internal rhythm like tossing me off a bus. I may as well have been a sandwich with bread separated from the meat. However, it was enough to jog my memory. I remembered where we were exactly one year ago and what we were doing one decade ago. It had been…