Snow

The sun dips below the horizon and he feels the snow starting to fall more heavily upon his body. He is not cold, or perhaps he is so numb he cannot feel the cold. In any case, he walks on.

He is searching for his sister's grave. It is the anniversary of her death and the guilt has driven him back here.

He marches on.

Trees without leaves guide him. The silence welcomes him in.

He finds the clearing. He falls onto his knees and looks at the charred clearing, empty still.

Hands on the snow.

'Forgive me, sister.'