Post by xxequestrianxx on Mar 28, 2006 21:59:11 GMT -5
The early morning sun shined down on the dew-covered grass the best it could through the temporary haze of the early hours. Not many people were out yet, but one resided in the community park. The creaking of the swing on the old, rusted swingset was heard, sounding soley through the calm silence.
This very swing was being pushed gently back and forth by a young girl of eighteen. Her shoulder-length, wavy hair was tossled from the sweet summer wind, and her peach skin was a shade darker than usual from the hot afternoon sun. Her cerulean eyes, perfectly matching the shade of the sky, which only showed in full here and there, darting in and out of the misty white air, stared off, looking at nothing in particular, but rather set and focused, as if she was intently thinking.
Her tennis shoes scraped the ground with each rise and fall of the swing, Lizzie herself not quite in the mood to propell it herself. She seemed to pull herself out of her trance and glance over at the other swing hanging from the rusty bar some feet above her. Empty. It seemed that that spot beside her was always empty. The swing swung, though only the slightest bit, moved by no more than the gentle breeze. What would Lizzie give to have someone other than a breeze sitting in that swing. To see a man beside her would comfort her so.
She always came to the children's section of the community park when she wanted to think. The gentle back and forth motion of the swings were a lot more relaxing than sitting on a hard wooden bench underneath a pavillion. She looked again at the empty swing next to her, wondering when she would find someone for her.
This very swing was being pushed gently back and forth by a young girl of eighteen. Her shoulder-length, wavy hair was tossled from the sweet summer wind, and her peach skin was a shade darker than usual from the hot afternoon sun. Her cerulean eyes, perfectly matching the shade of the sky, which only showed in full here and there, darting in and out of the misty white air, stared off, looking at nothing in particular, but rather set and focused, as if she was intently thinking.
Her tennis shoes scraped the ground with each rise and fall of the swing, Lizzie herself not quite in the mood to propell it herself. She seemed to pull herself out of her trance and glance over at the other swing hanging from the rusty bar some feet above her. Empty. It seemed that that spot beside her was always empty. The swing swung, though only the slightest bit, moved by no more than the gentle breeze. What would Lizzie give to have someone other than a breeze sitting in that swing. To see a man beside her would comfort her so.
She always came to the children's section of the community park when she wanted to think. The gentle back and forth motion of the swings were a lot more relaxing than sitting on a hard wooden bench underneath a pavillion. She looked again at the empty swing next to her, wondering when she would find someone for her.