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, April 13, 2011


Mikey was hungry again. When Donna went into the nursery to check on him, his blue eyes followed her every move. She picked up a wind-up musical teddy bear and turned the crank. The room filled with a merry tinkling song. But Mikey's gaze never left his mother. Donna knew then that she wasn't being watched, but stalked.

She closed the nursery door behind her and wedged a chair beneath the handle.

Jerry was in his office. She rapped on the door and opened it. "Honey," she said, working to keep her voice level, "it's time." 

She could see Jerry's jaw tense and the vein in the center of his forehead stood out. But he nodded.

The ad they placed in the local newspaper read: "Live-in nanny needed for energetic 18 month old boy. Perfect for females and college students. Room and board provided."

On Tuesday, Bonnie arrived for the interview. She had a swinging blond pony-tail and long tanned legs. "I just love children," she cooed, sipping the glass of iced tea Donna brought her. 

"You don't have any family of your own nearby, then?" Jerry asked. 

"No, my folks are back in Drinkwater, Saskatchewan," Bonnie said. "They didn't want me to leave the farm, but I'm going to be an actress. Who ever got famous in Drinkwater? So I'm here alone." 

Jerry and Donna exchanged glances. For the first time in days, Donna smiled. 

"Well then," she said, "why don't we bring you in to meet little Mikey?"


For a little mood-music, click here

2 comments:

  1. Oh Brittany....that is absolutely CREEPY!!!! When she walks out of the nursery and puts the chair under the door knob,it sent shivers down my spine. Absolutely dreadful. I have to say that I am almost relieved that there is no Part 2 to this one. But, at the same time, you did what you set out to do. You took an inanimate object and created a story that would evoke emotion.Bravo!

    ReplyDelete