(Image Credit: Crispina Kemp)

“It was not for no reason that the throng called it ‘Whispering Willows’.  The voice had an intonation that was seductive and a delivery that was purposeful. “The wind that was an ever constant feature used to make a whistling sound and was responsible for forming small whirlpools and eddies of leaves on the forest floor.”

There were audible gasps followed by murmurs from the audience as the monitor shifted to a video, showing in slow motion, the clockwise spiral created by the wind. Leaves which were serenely static suddenly took a life of their own and, engaged in a dance of upward movement.

“This was one of the recreations indulged in by our dense ancestors in the 21st Century.” the voice concluded with a dangerous finality as the lights came back on and the heads connected to each of their personal machines, nodded in utter disbelief.

(Word Count: 147)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #52 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.

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