The cold crisp air blows my hair back. Back and forth, back and forth. The swing set is old and closed to breaking. The seat has a rip but it supports. Going back and forth. Watching the kids play soccer across the street and the people walking their dogs talking to each other as the dogs become friendly. The cars streak by like a blur, so fast even the color is unidentifiable. Getting higher and higher, feet not touching the ground. Faster. Letting go of the swing. Flying.
That is a really cool SOL! I want to read more!
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ReplyDeleteI really want to keep reading! cool SOL :)
ReplyDeleteWow, that was really cool writing, with a lot of description and a good cliff hanger.
ReplyDeleteI love the descriptive language you use. The "cold crisp air" and the colors of the cars blurring. I also love this because swinging is something I love. It brings me back to childhood and makes me feel free in a way that few others things can accomplish.
ReplyDeleteYour slice is almost poetic. Short with descriptive words and allowing my memories to fill in around the edges.
ReplyDeleteI really like your slice of life. It is descriptive and interesting!
ReplyDeleteI really like the description. This is a really pretty SOL
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