SHEDAGO | Piece 1: Storms
“Could you open the window before you go?” April O’Neil smiled warmly as she lay among the many pillows. Michelangelo loved her smile; he’d always thought she was very pretty.
“Of course!” he said, and went quickly over. He drew aside the shudders and, with a little effort, managed to raise the lower half of the double-hung window.
A cool breeze immediately surged in. The scent of fresh clean air filled the room, and April drew in a deep breath; it tasted so sweet. But something different was happening with Mikey; he felt drawn to look outside, and so knelt beside the wall, poking his head out into the breeze.
The air was moist, and the whole of the sky was shrouded in wavering shades of gray. Mike felt suddenly strange inside, as if an unknown emotion were trying to form within hi