{"id":1073,"date":"2023-11-29T13:22:08","date_gmt":"2023-11-29T13:22:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/?page_id=1073"},"modified":"2023-12-12T17:23:48","modified_gmt":"2023-12-12T17:23:48","slug":"the-willow-tree","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/index.php\/the-willow-tree\/","title":{"rendered":"The Willow Tree"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-9d6595d7 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading has-text-align-center has-text-color\" style=\"color:#000000;font-size:32px\"><strong>The Willow Tree<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-text-color\" style=\"color:#000000;font-size:17px\">\u2013 A Short Story by Elaine Desmond<br><br>This short story was awarded second prize in the online Global Short Story Competition in 2008<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-9d6595d7 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\"><div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"303\" height=\"327\" src=\"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/sprigs_leaf2-4.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-352\" style=\"width:103px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/sprigs_leaf2-4.png 303w, https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/sprigs_leaf2-4-278x300.png 278w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 303px) 100vw, 303px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-group has-theme-palette-8-background-color has-background\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-constrained wp-block-group-is-layout-constrained\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-group\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-constrained wp-block-group-is-layout-constrained\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns are-vertically-aligned-top is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-9d6595d7 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:34%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/WillowTree-683x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1344\" srcset=\"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/WillowTree-683x1024.jpg 683w, https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/WillowTree-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/WillowTree-768x1152.jpg 768w, https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/WillowTree-1024x1536.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/12\/WillowTree.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 683px) 100vw, 683px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Source: Pixabay<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:66%\">\n<p><strong>Excerpt from <em>The Willow Tree<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I remember feeling shocked when she had arrived back that winter.&nbsp; Shocked\u2026and desperately sad.&nbsp; Fifteen years ago, I had sent my only daughter into the world \u2013 buoyant, full of hopes and dreams for her future.&nbsp; And now, the world had returned her \u2013 angry, bitter and badly damaged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She had stood on our doorstep that frosty December evening, nose red from the cold, eyes small and tender from crying.&nbsp; She had looked lost\u2026thin and brittle.&nbsp; Was this what divorce did to a person, I wondered?&nbsp;&nbsp; Suddenly, I felt grateful that Kate and I had been able to work through our problems for the past forty years.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u201cWelcome home, darling,\u201d Kate had said, visibly shaken at our daughter\u2019s appearance.&nbsp; She had reached out uncertain arms for a hug.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But Jessie had brushed past, tears in her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u201cThis is not my home,\u201d she had said, in a thin, unsteady voice.&nbsp; \u201cI\u2019ve left my home behind.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And, with that, she had rushed blindly upstairs to her childhood room.&nbsp; Kate and I had exchanged a quick look of dismay. &nbsp;While I dealt with the suitcases, Kate had rushed to tackle the far more daunting task of soothing our only child.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Willow Tree \u2013 A Short Story by Elaine Desmond This short story was awarded second prize in the online Global Short Story Competition in 2008 Excerpt from The Willow Tree I remember feeling shocked when she had arrived back that winter.&nbsp; Shocked\u2026and desperately sad.&nbsp; Fifteen years ago, I had sent my only daughter into&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_kadence_starter_templates_imported_post":false,"_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1073","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1073","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1073"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1073\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1492,"href":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1073\/revisions\/1492"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/elainedesmondwriter.ie\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1073"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}