Microfiction Day 144 – ‘The Willow’

She cried every day.

She couldn’t help it. She was made that way.

She stood by the river and inhaled deeply as the water flowed past her. She watched as dogs passed her by, sometimes stealing a glance up at her but largely ignoring her. She watched as the rowers moved through her shadow, too focused on breathing together as a single pair of lungs to even acknowledge her. She watched as the swans glided past her in June, their cygnets discovering the simple joy of being alive.

But still she wept.

Because she was made that way.