Saturday's Storyteller: "Snowflakes are my favorite flavor."

by Belinda Roddie

 Snowflakes are my favorite flavor. And chocolate is my favorite type of music. I smell the crackling of embers in the fireplace, and if I'm able to shake the numbness from my fingers, I can feel the texture of an excess carol on my skin.

Christmas may be over, but at least four of my five senses are there in some shape or form. If only my vision returned to me like the doctor said it would, because for now, I am sitting in a bauble of darkness, and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to say words or see them.

This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie.

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