When the ice storm came, it left fine crystalline hairs, like frozen Spanish moss, across all the trees. The oak in their front yard became a Yeti. The roads were a skating rink. Stranded, they were forced to deal with their dissolving marriage, rather than flee to power lunches and cocktail parties.

(This story  is part of a series of shorts, “10 Shorts on an Old Oak). Check out others on my Twitter: @cl0udburst.)


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