Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Swing (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images. I own nothing


She took a deep breath and kicked off from the dirt hole. The swing shot her straight through the air and for a moment, it was as if she could inhale and snatch the sky from where it hung.

A faint smile touched her lips as she leaned back, pulling on the thick, gnarled ropes and pumped her feet to keep the swing moving. She sucked in one fresh, life-giving, toe-curling breath as fast as she dared without stopping.

Breathing the air like this, in the dead of the night, with only the stars to see her happiness, this kind of air felt like life was supposed to be. This kind of air felt like living.

This kind of living, had to be worth it.

(c) Sara Harricharan