tales from an ordinary world

2002-02-23b

He drove an old, red Toyota Corolla, and turned into the street we'd just parked in. A quick reverse park, as if he were showing off to his passenger. A dash across the street into the park, where he sat on the swing and...well...swung for a while. He didn't look the type, cap, jeans and a t-shirt. But hey, swings are for everyone. There didn't seem to be anybody else in his car, like we'd thought. A few minutes later, after slowly coming to a stop, and a few minutes of post-swing thought, he got back in and drove away.