The Swing Spirit

Just a little something I cooked up. I was doing some work with pros for a contest, and the music I had on rather inspired me. A note to all readers, if you really want to thoroughly enjoy this take it slow, read the lines slowly and a savor each one. Anywho. R&R

The Swing Spirit

The swing creaked with every gentle revolution.

In the field the sun cast deep shadows that signaled the waning of noon and the onset of evening.

Somewhere cicadas where singing their evening song.

Her fingers skimmed through the air creating invisible patterns.

Up, down, up, down.

Her hair flew behind her in gentle wave’s reminiscent of a dark sea.

The hem of her dress dipped low and brushed the ground, making a gentle shf, sound as it was pulled back and forth.

Her skin tingled and bunched into goose flesh as the evening wind blew past playfully.

Tommy leaned forward against the rough bark of the pine tree, safely hidden in the thicket at the edge of the field.

Longingly he gazed at her, his lips trembled, and his fingers grasped the bark harder.

Slowly he took a step back being careful not to make a noise as his foot hit the ground.

Sighing when it didn’t he took another step.

The pine cone made a gentle crack as his foot landed on it.

Her head shot up at the sound,

And for a second he knew she could see him, see through him.

And in that second she vanished.

It was as though she had never been there.

Emptily the swing rocked, its revolutions becoming shorter and slower with every pass.

Wide eyed Tommy turned to run, his pulse pounding a tattoo through him as his feet hit the ground than left it again.

His mouth opened wide as he ran towards the homestead, shouting his news to any soul who dared hear.

The swing spirit was real.