A swing set anchored in the backyard sings as grandpa pushes little Cordelia.
“Higher!” she pleads.
“Your toes already touch the sky!” grandpa cheers.
“I want to fly like birds!” she thrills.
Cordelia’s mother arrives with lemonade, chiding, “Please settle down!”
Cordelia leaps, always will, leaving anchored things far below.
Jerry Weller is a long-time writer and teacher who lives with his wife, cats, and dogs, in the countryside north of Lake Ontario, Canada.
“Always will.” Love that!
Thank you! That last line came as a surprise to me. I’m glad you enjoyed the read.
I can hear the swing set singing. She was touching the sky when she lept off the swing. Thank you.
Thank you so much! Cheers 😊
Takes me back to that childhood thrill. I wish I could capture it as an adult. Thanks for the reverie!
The art of the story lies in what is left unsaid. Hauntingly beautiful.
Bravo!
“leaving anchored things below”…lovely! Nicely done!