Under A Willow Tree

Willow Tree

"We lived a lie so long, it became truth."
~Castle~

Willow Tree

There she lay. The silhouette of a woman whom lay dead, under a willow tree. The sick, twisted dream the boy had been having became reality. For they were his memories, not his dreams. Memories that his own mind had been repressing.
For she was the mystery woman in his drawings, but he just assumed that she was just another figment of his imagination. The realization hit him like gasoline to a fire. For the woman he had called mother, was not his mother.
For when he lay down to remember her, it all clicked. For he remembered. He remembered the murder of his mother.
One gun. One shot. One bullet, then she lay dead. At rest. Under a willow tree.