Leah
It was halfway between a thump and a squeak, followed by a profound and sudden stillness.
I looked over.
Keanu was stuck.
Somehow, in the process of swinging with escalating ambition, he had managed to twist sideways, wrap one leg through the chain, and wedge himself at an angle the swing had not been engineered to accommodate. He hung there with the expression of a man trying very hard to project dignity from an objectively undignified position.
The children stared at him.
He looked at me over the heads of the small audience that had assembled.
"I’m fine," he said, with great serenity.
"You're stuck," the seven-year-old informed him.
"I’m fine, and also slightly stuck, yes."
I was already standing. I pressed my lips together to suppress my smile and crossed the playground t
