A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)
Monday, December 20, 2010
They're in it together, even that blonde girl with the ponytail who asked if I wanted a glass of water. I laughed in her face because she can't fool me. There's something in that water. They want to take me someplace and erase my memory. So no one will know their secret.
I knocked the glass of water out of that girl's hand. Then they made me leave. Now I'm waiting outside the store. I pulled my wool hat down low, and started pacing so their security cameras can't get me.
A little boy and his mom go to the candy machine. He's smiling and looking at the poisoned candy, so I start banging on the glass to warn them. His mom gives me a dirty look and that's when I realise she's in on it too. I watch the kid feed the machine a quarter. He gets a blue candy. I scream and bang on the glass some more. He puts the candy into his mouth.
But he doesn't die. And that's when I know I've been wrong.
It's the red candy heads that are poison.