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, March 23, 2011

Wendy can feel the concrete wall through the thin fabric of her jacket. Her back is chilled and her feet have gone to sleep beneath her, but she refuses to move. She's found a good hiding spot and is determined to win the game.

Footsteps approach and Wendy holds her breath. Then over the wall he comes, all blond hair and long limbs. Felix. 

She loves to say his name in secret. Felix. She writes his name in her journal. 

"Found you, Wendy," he says, "now you're It." 

But he doesn't leave, and instead, sits beside her with his back against the wall. He scoops up a handful of pebbles and lets them fall between his fingers. Wendy hears the pit, pit of the pebbles hitting the cement.

Felix shows her how to draw with a rock on the concrete. Wendy picks up a stone and writes: "Wendy was here" on the wall. She is looking at her name, and then Felix's hands are on her shoulders, and his mouth is on hers. 

His lips are moist and soft. He slides his tongue into her mouth and pushes it in and out. She can feel the little bumps of his taste buds. Her own tongue is a frightened animal, lying still in her mouth. She wants to move it, but she doesn't know how. She sees herself from a distance, like a girl in a movie. A girl being kissed. She wants it to be like the movie. How badly she wants this.

Then he pulls away and releases her shoulders. He's quick to his feet, and over the wall. Wendy stays where she is for a long time. Things have changed for her. She knows this without knowing how. This is the beginning of something.  

Finally she stands, and there is a prickling sensation in her feet. Blood, returning.

2 comments:

  1. What a feeling, this brought back some bittersweet feelings. Speaking of falling in love, I became a Gramma again. Anderson Scott arrived on Tuesday!

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  2. Oh, Wow! Congratulations, Gramma Sue. That's wonderful. :)

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