Friday, September 6, 2013

100-Word Memoir: Nearing Autumn

Laying on my back on a blanket at my brother’s football practice, I looked at some trees across the park and realized I’d remember them forever. 

They stood motionless, hard tree-shaped sponges. The late afternoon light painted them intensely green with crisp shadows.

They looked just like the trees across from Grandma and Grandpa’s house, which I could not forget either. Breathless and stone-like. Solid. They seemed detached from my other senses, like a photograph.

I rolled over onto my stomach and draped a coat over my back. I didn’t like lying exposed under such an open sky.


1 comment:

  1. Fascinating memory, poignant portrait of a gripping moment.