Perspective

I held up my camera, waiting for the right moment.  The swing moved gently, as if it were occupied by a ghost.  Black vinyl and rusted chain.  Perfect shot in black and white.

* * *

Her swing was empty.  “Olive?”  I turned.  Checked the slide and the sandbox and the jungle gym.  “Olive!”  I ran back to the swing.  I saw a woman.  I heard the shutter snap.

* * *

“Fantastic shot.  The terror is palatable.  Mother should have her kid taken away; losing a kid in a tire swing.  I’ll print it tonight.”

Ellen took the picture back.  “No.  I’m destroying it.”

This was written in response to this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge in which we were to write 3 points of view in 33 words each.