Small Stones 8/6/16

The infernal squeak of the old, park swing makes my teeth ache.

The infernal squeak of the old, park swing makes my teeth ache. The paint is peeling from the metal frame of the swing set – yellow, blue, and unappealing. The sun stings the back of my neck, and I swat, once again, at the bug flying around my ear. A shrill giggle breaks through my annoyance, and my son’s smile makes everything melt away, as he swings back and forth, back and forth. And I smile with him.

*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.

Jan

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Author: Super Jan

I'm just an introvert, trying to find where I fit in the world. Opinionated, slightly vulgar, and prone to crippling social anxiety. I am a casual gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor, newbie freelancer, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and a mom just trying my best.

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