Dimming

She saw that the shadows seemed to cling to him reluctantly, as if they were prisoners chained together, neither wishing to be present nor able to flee. Which of the shadows was him in the flesh, she could not be certain. And as she thought of it, her mind seemed always to settle on a different point, some irrelevant matter not related to his presence. What an interesting surface on that wall there as the shadows move away from it. How the sun shines on that patch of grass where something had been. But . . . and there was nothing there. What she had seen could not be remembered.