The cushy lining of the uterus. The angry cry at being pulled loose. My favorite story of Little Red Riding Hood and the shivery feeling I get when the wolf steps into her path. Hell fire where I will probably end up unless I’m saved, which I am a dozen times at the altar of my youth by a trumpet-playing preacher. Twelve  years old and yearning to be swept off my feet by Jesus. Until I meet David when I’m 13 and wearing a red dress and red shoes the first day of high school and he is leaning, lanky and broad-shouldered,  against the wall checking out the new girls in the freshman class. “Hi, Red,” he says. And that’s how it begins.

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3 Responses to “Begin with Red”

1. V-Grrrl @ Compost Studios says:

   September 6, 2010 at 8:14 am

   I was swept off my feet by a boy whose coppery hair matched my own. Landed on my ass with red eyes two years later.
2. Claire says:

   September 6, 2010 at 8:32 am

   Can we change the color of our lives?
3. jpm says:

   September 7, 2010 at 11:25 am

   Love!