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, August 31, 2011

We lost a lot of good people to gazebos this year. I've seen crazy things in my years as a cop, but nothing quite like this.

Latest is over at Briar Hill Park. This is how it happened: 

Girl's name is Mandy. Boyfriend's name's Rick. The two of 'em have just been out to the show. Saw that movie Paranormal Activity, of all things. Witnesses can place Mandy and Rick at the theater. After the show, they take a little walk over to Briar Hill. Lotta kids go that way to do a little messing around. Nothing any of us haven't tried in our day. 

So they get to Briar Hill and head over to the gazebo. It's a nice sheltered spot, which the kids like for a little privacy. And I've got a witness in the park who tells me what happened next. He says he saw them laughing and grabbing onto each other, and then Rick starts humming a tune and he takes Mandy and spins her around inside the gazebo. And she's still giggling and he's still turning her and humming and then...
One moment they're doing their best shimmy and the next, they're just gone.

I know what you're going to say. It sounds impossible. And it's true, our key witness is a vagrant who was on his own personal booze cruise in the park. But he swears up and down to what he saw. And I believe him, because here's the thing: there's been other victims just like these ones, in other parks. 

I'm praying that soon this case will break. In the meantime, keep your loved ones away from gazebos.

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