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.)

Monday, August 8, 2011

It was a Tuesday afternoon when James came home with her.

Lucy was at the kitchen sink peeling a cucumber. When she looked out the window and saw her husband lifting an orange and white striped mannequin from the trunk of the car, she was so shocked, she gated her thumb by mistake. 

She went out to the driveway, sucking on her finger, the taste of blood on her tongue.

"I'd like you to meet Angelique," James said, "I found her at the curb. She's a score, eh? Someone was just throwing this beauty away." 

He placed the statue in the garden and gave her a pair of goggles and a silver helmet. 

James started talking to Angelique whenever he watered the plants. Once, Lucy saw him pat her bare bottom on his way to the shed. Next, he started buying her things. A flowered scarf. A straw hat. A pair of silk opera gloves. Lucy watched as he slipped the gloves over her stiff fingers and eased them up her arms. 

She stared at the mannequin, at her slick, brightly colored body. "I hate you," she whispered. 

One of them had to go. "It's the dummy or me," Lucy declared at dinner one night.

"Have you lost your mind? You're jealous of a piece of plastic." James laughed, but his cheeks were flushed, and he looked rattled. "Angelique stays," he said. 

That night, Lucy lay awake staring at the ceiling. Then she sat up in bed. She finally knew what to do. 

The next day, James was in the garden pulling up weeds when Lucy arrived carrying a nude male mannequin. She placed him down and James took in his bronze skin and sculpted physique. 

"Meet Christos," Lucy said to her husband, grinning.


  1. This is too funny!!

  2. Thanks, Gramma Sue. It made me chuckle when I took the photo. At first I had no idea where the story was going to go. I thought about the type of fella who might have a statue like that in his yard, and then I wondered about his wife!!