by Michael Matheson
Three dying Catalpa trees grow outside Maidenhead.
One bears the spirit of the man who garrotted his wife and her lover. Another shelters the wife’s weeping soul. The last holds the still gasping lover’s spirit.
From decaying corpses, buried and forgotten, sprang the gnarled towers of misshapen wood. Roots intertwined in hate, and love, and jealousy, they share a death more furiously tangled than were their lives.
© Michael Matheson 2011