swing to the moon
September 30, 2015 § Leave a comment
“It won’t be long,” he said to his dog that kept jumping. “You know I’ve gotten used to it.”
It was the third swing he made on that tree—an old big tree that had been a place to play for him and his friends at orphan house since a long time.
His dog didn’t stop jumping, and now yelping as if in sadness.
The boy frowned a bit, “Hey, you’re supposed to be happy. We’re going to have a new swing. This one can bring you to the moon, I promise.”
The boy didn’t know that his dog was trying to tell something. That they had to move to another place, soon. That in few months there’d be new constructions here—like the ones they used to see at the city horizon.
And therefore this new swing would be the last for them.