When Willows Weep at Night.
When they found the two girls under the weeping willows, their first thought was they were sleeping. Beside them were empty beer bottles and the signs of some sort of party.
So it came as a dreadful shock to discover both girls were dead.
In the weeks that followed an intense search had been conducted, one to identify the girls and two, to track down the killer.
The murders shocked the community. It was a small, tight-knit peaceful part of town. Nothing exciting ever happened there, and the locals were happy with that.
But this event had brought news vans, police to their doorsteps and most of all unwanted publicity to the neighbourhood.
The community shunned the attention, politely answered the police when they called but mostly shut their doors wishing it would all go away.
Thankfully for them, the girls were not locals but from the next town. The police assumed they had come there with others to drink and party on.
Examination of the girls revealed they had both been sexually assaulted and that news didn’t calm any of the residents.
The weeping willows at the end of the street had been there as long as anyone remembered. Years before all this happened it had been a place to realise an assignation, to meet and know that under the willows you were assured of some privacy.
Over their back fences, the locals were disturbed the willows had lost the calm they once had.
One long-term neighbour remarked that at night the willows now hung lower than ever before suggesting they too wept over the deaths of the girls.