This week’s 100 Word Challenge is Starved. What follows is my take on that challenge.
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In late October a blanket of white settles over my hometown, Alaska. As far as the eye can see nothing but white. Even animals take on white as camouflage; snowshoe hares and ptarmigan, for example.
Winds cause the unmentionable stuff to skitter across roadways in hypnotic dance, occasionally causing temporary blindness in those without sunglasses.
Is it any wonder that when the first dandie appears my color starved soul delights? My neighbors do their yearly battle with potions and mowers while I bend down, pick a golden yellow flower and hold it to my granddaughter’s chin.
“Do you like butter?â€