the swing

She used to kick her feet high up in the air, swing into her fantasy, and wonder, “What will I be when I grow up?”

Once she grew up, however, she swayed to and fro between her dream and reality, and often mulled over, “What am I doing?”

The swing is now stationary, and she spends her time caressing the past and watching the loved ones celebrate her fascinating life.

photo by Ben Rosett

For Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Seven