This is a slice-of-life that i wrote on an impulse.Its based on things that have happened in reality and fictious things that i created in my mind.Well i hope you enjoy.
I remember reading a book when I about 11 years old. It was about a little girl who used to play in the swings all the time. The second seat of the swings was always empty until one day a boy of her age sat down on it. As time passed, they slowly became good friends but one day the boy stopped arriving to play with her. As the boy left, another child came to take the place of the second seat and like the first, the girl became good friends with them. But in the end, that child also left and did not return. This process slowly continued until the little girl felt a growing emptiness in the pit of her stomach when her friends came and never returned again. This emptiness, with time, extended to her heart. Suddenly, people altogether stopped coming to the swing. This little girl was always going up and down on the swings, but when everyone stopped coming, she also stopped wildly going into the air and down. Instead she sat there, recalling everyone who came as a child to play with her and that left as an adult. The book ended with her, still as a statue, staring forward as if she expected the adults that left to turn around and come back as children.
I recollected this story while I was doing the dishes. It had a deeper meaning than what I had thought as an 11 year old. I can even relate to it now; I am the little girl on that swing and the children used to be my friends when I was still in highschool.
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