Cavan and Matthew - Writing

The Lonely Playground

I sit staring at the lonely playground.

One boy remains swinging on the red monkey-bars.

The boy goes like a rocket on the flying fox.

Back and forth.

The boy tries to climb a bar.

He fails.

I go to help him.

He is not there.

He is swinging on the blue monkey bars.

I wonder what his name is.

I don’t ask.

I’m afraid.

He goes away.

I hear a whisper, “Come with me”.

I don’t go.

I hear a yell, “Get back to class”.

I look.

He’s on the top of the playground.

I hear him chanting something.

He jumps. 

He disappears in mid-flight.

I’m afraid now.

I sprint back to class.

by Cavan and Matthew