Oak

by Wilson Koewing

The niece of the middle-aged married couple wed at dusk in a square in downtown Savannah under the limb of an ancient Oak bent to the shape of an altar. Spanish Moss frosted the branches. The fading light through the trees bathed the ceremony in feathery softness. You know Savannah was the first planned city in America, the husband said. I like how the Spanish Moss hangs from the branches, the wife replied. They smiled at each other as the bride and groom walked past their friends and family and off to the rest of their lives.

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Wilson Koewing is a writer from South Carolina. His work is forthcoming in Wigleaf, Gastropoda, Gargoyle and Scrawl Place.