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.



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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