A swing on a chain: a Jack and a Jane. See a chain swing is swinging: see Jack pushing, Jane pulling. Feel Jane’s hands on a chain; Jack’s hands are on Jane. Hear Jane’s breath a refrain to Jack huffing in strain. Smell sweat and black rubber: taste salt and rain A swing, a thing, a chain and a Jane, a Jack and a snap! They tumble flat back, buck naked and sore, their bedroom floor. Laughing—a snapped chain: lovers still, Jack and his Jane. T.L. Tomljanovic is a flash fiction