Spin
There once was a swing in a yard on a manor in the country.
This swing in a yard on a manor in the country was worn, tattered, well-used.
And on this swing in a yard on a manor in the country sat a pretty girl and a handsome boy, closely intertwined as if the world existed only for them.
Round and round, round and round. Two sets of feet slowly inched the swing into a massive twist, not fearing the fall that would surely come.
Clasping the redhead tightly around the shoulders, the raven-haired youth encouraged her to raise her feet with him.
As they spun round and round, twisting and turning with ever-growing speed, the world saw fit to spin around them, the air torn asunder to placate gravity.
And as the ground focused under their eyes once more, the green-eyed angel whispered through giggles, "don't let me go, James!"
After a kiss on the nose, the boy responded tenderly, "never."
To xoxcrescentmoonxox: This was a fun prompt! It took me back to my days of old when my aunt and uncle had this HUGE rope swing with a wooden seat that could seat three people. And here's your story! Hope you liked it.