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Weeping Willows

by Daniel Tierney

Lilith looked up at the trees in the distance, marveling at how they appeared to be a kind of frozen rain. What are those trees called, again?

In such circumstances it was permissible to inquire of strangers. She walked up to an elderly couple who were eating ice cream cones and smiled. They smiled back and waited calmly if not entirely pleased to be interrupted while eating.

“Excuse me, but do you happen to know the name of those trees over there?” Lilith pointed at the trees and smiled again. The woman squinted through her glasses, then looked at her companion with a puzzled face. The man finished his cone, wiped his mouth with a small paper napkin, carefully folded it and put it in his pocket before saying, “Of course, they are called...”

The old man smiled, and she smiled back, although she had no idea what he was talking about, and...

Copyright © 2016 by Daniel Tierney

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