A Super Short April Story

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I know it's not Friday.  I haven't been writing much, but I have been sewing a ton (and watching Robin Hood).  Since I have dropped off with writing, I feel like I am losing April.  So I am posting this super short story that I found awhile back.  I wrote it in April's voice.  You can click on April to read the only other April story I have posted.  There are lots more written.  I suck at editing and posting.  I know.


“I Get Lost”

An April story.


Sometimes I get lost in the backyard.  The trees tower over me while the grass is green and crunchy under my Vans.  I inhale cool Colorado air, and I’m gone.  I don’t know where I go.  It’s this strange emotional place tied to the weather.  I’ve lived a lot of places, but it’s here in the breath that I can feel years.  These Colorado days have appeared in my life over and over again since I was 12 or 13.  I’m not sure they happen every year.  This breath is overwhelming as I try to put my finger on, or send my mind to this place that exists in my past.

I feel Colorado nights too.  Those are easier.  I think there’s one for winter, and one for fall, and one for summer.  They are all kinda cold, and there is an Aztlan Theater memory for each.



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