Her Father's Monument: Spec-fic

Every day, she had to walk past the monument to her father's death. She didn't, wouldn't, avoid it, but neither did she linger and look. She kept her head down and her face sober as she walked past the statue on its tall plinth. She knew they watched her--they always watched her--and she guessed that this would be one of those circumstances in which they watched her especially closely. A little sadness, that would be normal and expected (it was not what she felt), but overt denial or avoidance could be seen as a rebellion or a sign of instability, as could dwelling upon it. The last thing she wanted was to be accosted by an earnest young political as she passed the statue.

Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/41474913@N05/5821856795/
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Yay, doublethink!