One Last Swing
He came here everyday. The same park on the corner of Ivy and Vine streets. And he always sat in the same blue swing. He was waiting for her. They used to come…
The Swing
There are a pair of swings in a park. Who sits there, I have no idea. How far apart they are, I have no clue. Where the park even is, well that is besides me. I'm waiting for you to tell me about this park, and who visits there. Where is it? What is the importance of the swings? Tell me a story...and try not to make it super cheesy, will ya?
Challengers
8 entriesWaiting, Waiting, Summer!
Two slabs of rubber hang suspended by chains, empty and hot under the early summer sun. A rut is worn beneath the swings and clay filled mud colors the puddles…
Air Time
Kara pulled on Matt’s hand, urging him to go faster. “C’mon, Mattie, I wanna go thwing!”, she lisped as her blond pigtails bounced in the spring sunshine…
Moving On
The last time she saw Jacob, he was sitting in the swing by the oak tree in Canton Park. It was the swing that no one ever sat in anymore because it was worn…
Sibling Rivalry
I used to hate having my brother follow me around on the playground. He was only a year younger than I was, but even then, the two of us were so different. If…
This Used to Be My Playground
I could feel my self clam up. My emotions threatened to overwhelm me and I forced them down. I had to leave, to go somewhere where I could deal with the news…
Goodbye Liam
The swing set sways lazily beneath me as I stare at the softened concrete. My insides shiver under the beating sun as tears drip silently onto my jeans leaving…