Quackery
Fiction, Poetry

Swinging

swinging ChallengeThe elderly couple exited their tiny cottage, walked hand-in-hand amongst the tall hardwoods and followed along the narrow country road. They paused on the bridge, tossed some pebbles into the creek, and continued to the pond swings, where they released hands, sat down, kicked their legs, and became little kids again for one brief moment.

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About Quackzalcoatl

Phoneticist, Palindrologist, and freelance Sharknadologist. Inventor. Ruler of 2-acre lakes and small streams.

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2 thoughts on “Swinging

  1. A touching story

    Posted by Gardner's World | 19 September, 2013, 2:35 am

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