Swings in Spring

Swing

Bright, springtime rays smiled upon the two children as they ran down the Tonaquint Park path. Nature wrapped them in a warm blanket, exulting in her final release from winter’s grip.

“Can’t catch me!” Jack teased. He giggled -downright, giddy giggling– as his sister tore after him through the desert foliage.

She was laughing as well; couldn’t help laughing, beneath a cobalt sky and chirping birds.

They discovered the just-emptied swings. Jack scooted right on and Jill followed suit. Their toes found sendoff grips, their legs pumped them heavenward, and their outstretched fingers flew aerodynamic arcs through blue.

 

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction

unsplash-logoMyles Tan

15 thoughts on “Swings in Spring

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  2. Wrapped in nature’s warm blanket – I’m not sure there’s a better place in all the universe. This was a beautifully drawn portrait, and while I’m not much of a giggler, it made me want to break into a giddy grin.

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