I haven’t worked for a while. A little depressed maybe; bored with my own company due to self isolation. Writing time, you know. I hope I’m back with new energy. time will tell. Anyway, here’s my contribution to this week’s Carrot Ranch 99-word challenge.

When my grandparents put in the septic tank back in 1951 when we got REA, they found the hewed rafters of Billy Arnold’s original soddy, wood that lay rotting in a jumble beneath generations of dirt and prairie on the level north of the house. When Grandma told me, I closed my eyes and pictured the blocks of root-frozen dirt and the roof, a growing prairie of grass and wildflowers. If I were the rabbit on the roof, would I vary my diet with some tough purple coneflower, or daisy fleabane? Perhaps I’d just stick to the succulent grasses.