Stories tagged “swings”
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Waiting, 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 a golden hue. Time here holds still like it is waiting for something; the weeds peaking from...
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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 here as often as they could. They loved to glide and pretend as if they could fly. It was th...
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Daddy, tell me a story!
At age 1 I say… Daddy, feed me! At age 2 I say… Daddy, tell me a story! At age 3 I say… Daddy, play with me! At age 4 I say… Daddy, push me on the swings! At age 5 I say… Daddy, I want this toy. At age 6 I say… Daddy...