"How's a fine woman like you sitting all alone?" I says to her.
Next morning, I'm up early doing my get-out-of-dodge routine when she wakes.
Maybe she's right? Maybe I am a dog. While I consider this, I scratch my head.
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.)