The Second Shadow

(Monthly Flash Fiction) February prompt: The Second Shadow

I first saw the second shadow in the reflection of a puddle.

Rain had fallen the night before, pooling between the headstones in the old cemetery where I kept watch. I was making my rounds at dawn, as I did every morning, checking that the gates were locked and the offerings left by mourners hadn’t been disturbed by wind or animals.

The water was still. The sky above it gray and flat.

And in that mirror of rain, I saw two shadows stretching behind me.