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Golf ball trotted down to the willow tree in the middle of the field. She walked up a hill and down a small slope, before eventually reaching the willow tree.
Its leaves all hung down in all the right ways, as if it was meant to be a almost room-like shape. There was a old wooden bench just at the side of the tree trunk's base. She smiled to herself before popping herself down on the right side of it.
It wasn’t particularly good, and the bench looked so old it could fall apart any minute, but it didn’t matter.
Why, you may ask?
Because of why she was waiting.
Because of who she was waiting for.
So, she sat. Silently and quietly, waiting for a small neon green speck to show up across the hills.
Far from where she sat.
How long would it take to show up?
She wish she’d known beforehand.