The Swing

Lucy sat on the swing. She fucking loved that swing, she was on it all day, every day. Lucy and her family were on holiday in Madera, Portugal. They make sure to go as much as they can, the family love it, and Lucy is the most excited because she gets to use the swing again.

There is absolutely nothing special about the swing, it’s just a swing. It’s had many butts on it; some big, some small, and some ravaged. It hangs from a wooden frame, and is prone to moulding as it’s right by the sea.

The swing is right on the edge of the beach, over the waves. It’s kind of a stupid place to put a swing if you think about it. When the tide comes in, it does get fairly dangerous, but Lucy says she’s not afraid; she’ll just swing higher.

When Lucy is on the warm Madera beach, she thinks about her friends and how they’re too poor to afford a holiday like this. They’ll never get to experience the swing due to inequality.

This brings a wide smile to Lucy’s face.

This is Lucy’s swing, and she’ll bite anyone who tries to have a go.