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, February 23, 2011

"Psst. Celia, it's Bill. We may be frozen in this lake, but I know you can still hear me. There's so much I want to say to you, so much...

Agh. Even now, I'm still behaving like a frightened fish. 

Okay. We're going to be here for awhile, so I'm just going to lay it out.

Celia, I love you. I've loved you since we were little fry, playing in the shallows. I've never seen a pair of gills as beautiful as yours. 

No, wait. That came out wrong. Not that you're not alluring. It's just that it's about so much more than your appearance. 

You're brave. You're tougher than fish three times your size. You've never been afraid of deep water, or predators. "Catch me if you can," you always say. I think you're amazing, Celia. More than amazing. Radiant. 

I'm not much to look at. No wait--I know it's true. I'm just a Common Shiner. My eyes bulge a little too much, and my scales have never glistened. 

I didn't think you cared about looks, until that arrogant sunfish, Bart started coming around and you were so smitten with him. I know I'm supposed to be an adaptable fish, but I could never get used to the idea of the two of you together. Celia, he's no good. He's bait. 

I can't keep hiding my feelings from you and acting like I'm just your friend. I want to be so much more than that. 

Imagine it, Celia: you and me together for the next three-to-four years, with our two million eggs.

When spring comes and the ice melts between us, I will come to you. And I just pray by that time, you will have me."

2 comments:

  1. I love it. So poignant...yet hopeful. Keep them coming. I love them.

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