Gottaluvapril

It wasn’t even ripe.

He started the car. The heater wheezed but tried. He sat there for a long moment, frozen peas melting against his throbbing head, snow falling on daffodils, and he thought: Yeah. Gottaluvapril. gottaluvapril

“You okay there, champ?” called a kid from a passing pickup truck. It wasn’t even ripe

Leo gave a thumbs up so sarcastic it should have required a permit. snow falling on daffodils

He’d left his jacket at home.

The story: a rogue shopping cart, a patch of black ice that had no business existing in April, and a physics-defying face-plant into a concrete wheel stop. He’d been trying to rescue a lady’s runaway cantaloupe. The cantaloupe, naturally, was fine.