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, November 14, 2011

Salt kills slugs. It says so in Better Homes and Gardens, and when Russ read that, he thought: "I will have a Better Garden when those devils aren't devouring my cabbage."

And so, without bothering to to either finish reading the article, or consult his wife, Lynn, who would most certainly object, Russ plucked the green and brown salt shaker from the kitchen table and went outside to reckon with the beasts. 

He hunkered down in his garden and waited. Russ got hungry waiting (he hadn't eaten breakfast), and so he munched on some kale and took in the beauty of the morning. It was a lovely one. The kind of morning where it was almost possible to believe you were a man who ruled his own fate. 

Then Russ looked down, and there beside the toe of his right boot, sitting on top of a purple cabbage leaf, was a slug. Russ raised the salt shaker and was prepared to sprinkle damnation, when something inside him hesitated. 

It wasn't really the slug's fault, was it? The slug could no more change its "slug-iness," than Russ could become a different man. And most days he knew Lynn wanted him to be a different man. Tidier. More Handsome. Less Impulsive. Better in Bed. She never hesitated to tell him what he ought to be. Russ lowered the salt shaker. 

After that, he didn't much care about the state of his cabbages. And every morning before breakfast, he'd return to his garden to visit his new friends. 

He didn't mention it to Lynn.

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