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.)

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I've seen you walk the aisles of this antique store, your blue eyes traveling over everything. You like to linger in front of the lace tablecloths. I watch as you finger the delicate fabric and flip over the tag. You bite your bottom lip while you examine the price.

I've seen him with you, following you around the store, his hands in his pockets, his eyes out the window. 

You lift up a crystal saucer to show him the intricacy of the pattern, the way light plays off the lines etched in glass. 

"We don't need this junk," he says.
"You don't know what we need," you say. 

And that's the way it goes: your voices tight and sharp, stretched between you like a wire. 

Sometimes he waits in the car. I know this by the way you constantly check your watch. Once I even heard him honk the horn. You looked up, startled and dropped the vintage silk gloves you were holding. You hurried to the door.  

What is happening to love these days? I may be just an old stuffed bear, but even I can tell that something's amiss. The cashiers in the store like to watch television. I see the way people behave on these shows. They scheme and lie, and betray each other in front of millions. 

There's a sale on in the antique store this weekend: 50% off all merchandise. When you come, (as I know you will), searching for that precious, irreplaceable thing that you can never seem to find, I will be here, silently wanting so much more for you. 


4 comments:

  1. You are observing very clearly, I must say.
    I love to read....Keep posting.

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  2. Thanks, Bindu. I'm really enjoying writing these stories. And I'm carrying my camera with me all of the time now, always looking for something that might start a new story.

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  3. I love the part about their voices being stretched like tight wire, great description!

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  4. I want to read the rest of this one. Perhaps we can re-visit this unrequited love story some day, oh please?! Also, side note. I'm loving the jeans we found at our little 50 percent off sale last week! Inspiration for a short story? I think maybe.

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