Mary tied her message onto the oak tree's wilting branches like a wind chime. The tree stood atop a hill in the countryside, watching over the small house down by the creek.
Mary placed her hands against the wounded bark that bled sap, allowing it to coat the space between her fingers.
“I’ll see you soon,” she whispered in tune with the wind as she sat on the ground, placed her back against the oak tree and closed her eyes.
Mary was later found by her son. She was buried and planted beside her husband's tree.
Mary placed her hands against the wounded bark that bled sap, allowing it to coat the space between her fingers.
“I’ll see you soon,” she whispered in tune with the wind as she sat on the ground, placed her back against the oak tree and closed her eyes.
Mary was later found by her son. She was buried and planted beside her husband's tree.
