The Photograph

"Do you know him?" Set asked, as all the eyes in that room looked at me for an answer.

I looked at the photograph in my hand long and hard. It was definitely him, the man who was hitting that little boy. Just like I had remembered, his features were lined on his face perfectly and complimented his thick mane of hair that surely gave his tall self some extra inches. Even in this portrait-style photograph, he looked large. But this person in this photograph was different in many ways, he looked a lot younger and a lot happier, in the photograph. There was a light in his eyes, and he was smiling at the person who had taken this picture.

"No, I don’t," I said. I was not lying when I said that, I truly did not know who this man was. I did not know know him. And what was I going to tell them, that I had hallucinated this man?

I was thrust into this world of these blessed beings and werewolves, but despite knowing all that, my hallucinating about a man felt utterly stupid. I must have seen or