Pumping his legs up and down, leaning forward then throwing his body backward, he tried, but failed miserably, to get his motions in sync. He wanted to swing free, to feel the wind in his face and the exhilaration of flying, but only managed to hang motionless, dejectedly going nowhere.
It was a sad foreshadowing of how pathetic his life would be. His was a constant struggle to learn the life skills he’d need to be successful. Never catching on to what came so easily for everyone else.
The playground became an incubator for all his insecurities, all his defeats.
100 Word Song, is a writing challenge from Lance, based on a weekly music prompt. The challenge is to answer the prompt in exactly 100 words. This week’s challenge is inspired by “Swing Life Away,” by Rise Against.
Wow, that sounds like my son. Literally and metaphorically. Wonderful job!
I think I know this kid. (Metaphorically.) I think I know him several times over. My kids don’t seem to be struggling this way, but they have friends who are, who always will be.
Oh I just want to hug this poor kid!
You really said a lot with 100 words, and that’s tough!
I also really liked the picture. It’s perfect.
I sympathize with this character, and the old rusty swing seat is the perfect illustration of the nemesis.
oh :( I so want to reach out and hug the young one. (the older one, too) Beautiful words.
I am not sure what I like more, the pic or the story. Love them both!
I like how the Swing protagonist AND antagonist….like the story’s anti-hero too.
You packed a punch with this 100. One of your best.
Gads, and it all started on the swing!
Spectacular photo. The lighting is wonderful. Thanks for sharing.