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, January 25, 2012

Chester's done it again. He's landed us right out in the open. 

A group of men playing basketball stop and stare, their mouths gaping, ball rolling away, forgotten. I've got no choice but to head over and make introductions. 

I clear my throat. "Afternoon, fellas. I'm here to speak with Lenny Fontaine." 

"He's Lenny," one of them says, pointing to an overweight, middle-aged guy in a grey track suit.

"Ah, yes. Lenny. Can I please have a quick word?" 

Lenny follows me back to the chair. As we walk, I fill him in. 

"You're going to die tonight in a car accident. I'm here for your soul. Course I'm early," I turn and give Chester a whack, "but things didn't happen according to plan. Never trust a demon from the fourth realm." 

"Are you crazy?" Lenny says, lighting a cigarette, his fingers trembling only slightly. "You expect me to believe this garbage? Who do you think you are?" 

I raise my eyebrows at him. "Who am I, Lenny? Have you been a good boy all your life? Kind? Honest? Forgiving? Or are you a nasty SOB?" 

I give him a little choking sensation followed by a nice hot flush.

"Lenny, where do you think I'm taking you tonight?" 

He pitches his lit cigarette onto the grass, turns, and begins to run. 

I had to inflict a heart attack just so he'd stop running. As soon as he'd finished twitching and his soul was free, I inhaled it, and got comfy on my Lazy Boy. 

"Alright, Chester," I said, pointing to the group of basketball players still gathered around Lenny's body. "Go take care of their memories, and then let's get out of here. And for the love of Pete, don't screw it up." 

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