The Girl on the Swing

She sits alone on the swing her hands holding on to the side as she looked into the dead silence in the middle of the town. She swings her body gently letting the swing rocks as she notices a small gust of wind, picking up the leaves and twirling them in the air from the dusty ground which seems to be missing cleaning like years. She smiles as she kicks again harder, letting the swing goes higher and faster as she notices the world flying around her in fast motion up and down, up and down and repeatedly going. The feeling of the winds blowing through her little feed as she lifts them up, feel form the ground, almost making it feel like flying. The rush of wind on her face and on her long let down hair is something she feel so familiar. Has she ever been on a swing before… Vivid images or maybe even imagination flickers in her mind. Was this her childhood? But she could not remember. She grins playfully as the swing rocks violently up and down as she hops onto the seat, her legs lift her body up standing on the seat ash tilts her body even more to gain more momentum.

Gently, she closes her eyes and the world suddenly slows down to a bullet time, moving in slow motion as she feel her hand let go of the chains on the swing. She could hear the little chirping of the ravens on the bins and as the swing climbs up to the peak forward, almost like a coaster would, she kicks the seating board forcefully as she feels her body leap into the air, somersaulting making a few loops so ever gracefully and slow as the world spins around her, her eyes only in dark harmony. In no time she feels her feet on the ground as she bends and breaks the impact, she opens her eyes to a bright sun over the broken down playground in the middle of the town. She lifts her arms up by her side, high up in the air as if she is an Olympic sports girls and grins playfully at absolutely nobody. “Ta-da!” she giggles before leaping up and dashing into the little alleys between the old buildings, disappearing like a gust of wind, leaving only the dead silent once again, and a lonely raven on top of the rubbish bin, minding its own business.