Day 15: Sans Porch

Chains hold up the swing that stands in the middle of my parents' backyard. A porch swing, sans porch. The chains broke once, sending my friends and I on a quick trip to the ground, unable to breathe through the laughter. Chains fixed, the swing stands alone, surrounded by grass and sometimes water, as our pond overflows during hurricane season. Yet the chains held fast ever since, suspending the swing over the floods. The swing has been a witness to innocent love, the depths of friendship, and bonfires in the summer. A blanket incident makes me blush, and only the swing knew the truth.