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, July 30, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
-room temperature cheese
-shopping for electronics of any kind
Whoa. Think about it, this starter's got some stories. This starter's lived.
Go a little nuts this weekend, story-makers. See you back here on Monday.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
"Why don't we just eat yogurt?"
"That's not the point."
Later, they load their collection of plastic shopping bags into the trunk of their mini-van. Kelsie sees a watermelon someone left behind them on the pavement.
They climb into the van. Kelsie turns the ignition and with the car still in park, hits the gas. The engine revs and the sound is fierce, like a growling lion.
"Kel--?" Brant says.
Without answering him, Kelsie shifts into reverse, backing over the watermelon and smashing it to bits.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
But Herbert Dirt never got much of anything at all. Because Herbert was a clothespeg.