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, January 24, 2011

December 24th, 2010. Fridge. Night. 

The other vegetables in the fridge have been talking. Tomorrow is Christmas Day and the humans will have a feast. Most of us will be eaten.

Is my story any different from the rest?
The mustard wants to hear it. He's become a good friend to me. He's been here in the fridge a long time, his label is peeled off and his lid is nearly crusted shut. I know that he's seen many vegetables come and go, but he still wants to listen to my tale, and I am grateful for that.

I am from Willowbrae Farms in Cobourg, Ontario. I was just a bud when I first caught sight of Josephine. She grew on the stem next to me, and in the mornings when the sky was pink and the sun not yet arrived, Josephine and I would whisper to each other about our plans. Eventually, we had a son, Hector, who I loved more than I imagined possible. Our growing season was long, and we had many happy days together.

After the first frost, the pickers arrived. They chopped my stalk and tossed me into a deep basket. I never saw my family again. 

December 25th, 2010. Countertop. Morning. 

They have come for us. The other sprouts and I have been dumped into a colander and rinsed in the sink.

It won't be long now. I can see the pot of boiling water on the stove. I do not hate the humans for what they are about to do. I know that it is in their nature and I am not afraid. 

To my wife, Josephine: Thank you for choosing me. Your love has given me wings. To my son, Hector: Do not listen to anyone who tells you that you are just a Brussels sprout. The world is yours if you wish it. Dare. Dream. Discover. 

Goodbye. 

2 comments:

  1. Loved this one! Bravo!!!

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  2. Thanks, Gramma Sue! I was giggling a little as I wrote this one. :)

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