Her hands gripped the chains tighter and her legs flew higher, the swing set squeaking as she steadily became higher and higher each time. A little squeal of excitement excited her mouth and she gripped tighter in slight fear. A shoe flew from her foot and she began to panic. The sun poured from the sky and blocked her vision. Her body started to panic and she began to physically shake. Her hands begun to sweat and slip from the chains. Her bum now unstable on the small rubber seat, sliding backwards and forwards. Her feet couldn't reach the ground, she couldn't stop herself. She cried to her husband; he wasn't there. He hadn't been for years. Her ninety year old body began to tremor and her mind raced. Her heart ached and she slipped from the swing, landing face first in grass. Her body went solid then released. Her heart had stopped working, similar to her mind. She suffered a heart attack. Maybe it was from pain, or fear. No one would know. But. She's gone, away from home, but back with her husband and back to reality. Whether its buried in dirt, or floating on clouds it was better than those few last days of agony.
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