The
Swamp Road Chronicles®
"Flying"
Dear Swamp Road Chronicles,
Last Fall I was driving on Route 40
approaching Hebron when I had to stop for a school bus taking kids home from school.
The guy behind me ran into the back of my car, disabling it. An hour later,
after the paperwork and the tow trucks were all done, I was still waiting for
my wife to pick me up. I had called her to come and get me but since then my
phone had gone dead. I was standing by the side of the road like a hitchhiker
and growing more impatient. If I had been able to call her it would have been
easier; the not knowing what was going on was frustrating.
The sun was beginning to set and it was
getting chilly, since it was late November. I decided to walk home rather than
standing around for who knew how long. I lived 4 miles away so it wasn't that
bad, but it added to an unhappy day.
The shortest route home was down Swamp
Road and then right on Palmer.
Of course, everyone around here has
heard about Swamp Road Sally, but I'm a big boy and can take care of myself.
About a mile down Swamp Road I see
there is a girl walking in front of me. She was about 60 feet ahead and I
thought it was odd that I had not noticed her sooner. She had a long white
dress on; I should have taken a clue, but I didn't. She looked perfectly
normal, though walking alone in the evening on Swamp Road if you're a girl
seems unwise. Sally's ghost never entered into my thoughts.
The girl would look back over her
shoulder now and then and she would smile at me, as if teasing. I took it as an
invitation to approach her and so I walked faster. But, so did she. She started
to laugh softly and looking back at me she began to run, but not quickly. She
put her arms straight out to her sides like a bird and leaning forward acted as
though she wanted to fly. She looked back at me and waved her arms up and down,
seeming to be encouraging me to do the same. I did. I put my arms out to my
sides and leaned forward the way she was leaning. She ran ever so faster, I
sped up too, but I could barely keep up with her.
Diving forward, she lifted her feet up
and she was flying! Just like a bird she glided over the road. She looked back
at me and, flapping her arms, encouraged me to try it too. It was a magical
moment. I believed in her and in the magic of the place and the magic of the
moment and I leaned forward with confidence, pulled up my feet and I too was
flying!
Incredible! I had never felt so free
and so alive. I realize, now, that my friend was Swamp Road Sally and I
recognize the irony of learning to feel so alive because of someone so dead.
Looking back at me and smiling one last
time, Sally sped off into the far distance and out of sight. I was so sad to see her go. I began to sink
down toward the road and soon my stomach was scraping on the blacktop as my
flying adventure came to an end. Though I travel on Swamp Road occasionally, I
have never seen Sally again. I've never been able to fly again either, though I
have tried.
As submitted
by Brian Livezay, June 24, 2023
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