Wraithes

Wraithes choose the shadows of plains. Secluded corners and obscure blind alleys. They are always pursuing someone. The living avoid them. Once when I was walking in Rokantiškės (the beautiful Vilnius region of hills where people usually go during Vėlinės, the Day of the Dead) I noticed some of them. One was sitting quietly on a stump and eating grass. The other, settled in the sand close to the first one, was looking at the eggs he has just dug up. I stopped for a while.


2001



Translated by Aleksandra Fomina and Kerry Shawn Keys