She peered through into the garden. The sight wasn’t a happy one. It caused tears in her eyes. An abandoned garden it was. Lost in the loneliness.
The forgotten swing in the corner caught her eye. They had forgotten it so it hung there in the dark corner, under the big oak tree. Battered and bruised.
Was it happy once? Did it know love? Children’s laughter? Maybe once but not anymore.
Think of all the things it once knew. The wonderful things it shared.
They had grown up now. Gone away. It couldn’t go too though. The lonely swing. Given up hope of new life.
No more laughter, no more love. Set to stay in the darkened garden forever. The ends of rope fraying, trying to cling onto one last threat of hope. Soon it would give up and the ropes would snap. It would be broken.
Someone could fix it perhaps? But who? No one knew it was there, apart from her.
Could she show the swing life again? Could she?
The forgotten swing in the corner caught her eye. They had forgotten it so it hung there in the dark corner, under the big oak tree. Battered and bruised.
Was it happy once? Did it know love? Children’s laughter? Maybe once but not anymore.
Think of all the things it once knew. The wonderful things it shared.
They had grown up now. Gone away. It couldn’t go too though. The lonely swing. Given up hope of new life.
No more laughter, no more love. Set to stay in the darkened garden forever. The ends of rope fraying, trying to cling onto one last threat of hope. Soon it would give up and the ropes would snap. It would be broken.
Someone could fix it perhaps? But who? No one knew it was there, apart from her.
Could she show the swing life again? Could she?
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