Andrea Corwin
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🐘Wildlife 🧘♀️ 🖋️🈷️ 3rd°🥋 See nature through my eyes and photos.
Poetry, haiku, fiction, horror, life experiences. Written without A.I. © Andrea O. Corwin
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Benny's Loss. Top Story - February 2024.
Hey! Benny, look over here, you little idiot. I was so good when you ate apples; I never interrupted or distracted you. I kept quiet when you played softball with Ken, Terry, and all your friends. Do you remember when Terry punched you in the stomach, and you bent over in pain, biting your lip? I was there for when you had to lick all those Valentine’s envelopes to hand out in your class. Eleanor, wasn’t that her name? The girl with braces you had a crush on and tried to kiss, but her braces scratched your lips? Oh, yes, Benny, I remember!
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Destination: Anchorage, Part 2
February, Yukon. Eddie, Mimi, and I continued north on the road, weaving through the Arctic snowscape. At Kluane Lake, I pulled beside a darkened Roadhouse, its porch covered in a foot of snow. A pitch-black night contrasted with the everlasting white ground. A waxing gibbous moon’s light reflected off ice and snow.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Snowcat to the Rescue
Snow fell all night as the temperature dropped. Don’t ever think it doesn’t snow when it is really cold. The two-lane road ending at my house was not plowed, but I used the snow blower to keep the porch and door free of snow and ice. I couldn’t see out of the windows any longer or get the snow away from the house.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Haines Border Visit, Part 2
1998, Dalton Cache Border Station, Alaska, noon. Oneida finished counseling the maintenance workers on their benefits but wondered if she really needed to fly all this way to see them. The cold, dark winters of Alaska, with few hours of daylight, must give them lots of time to read regulations; they know as much as I do.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Haines Border Visit
It was the middle of January and twenty below zero at the destination. She had flown from Anchorage to Juneau, and now Oneida was waiting to fly on to Haines. The day was windy, and the small planes were tied down on the tarmac. The flight was delayed until the wind died down.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Badger and the Alaskan Bush Pilot
“Mike, Cayenne Pepper is planning the drop at 1100 hours. Come back!” “Let’s go, Buddy, Mike is meeting us.” Badger jumped up, panting; his tail wagged so hard, it stung Mike’s leg. Suited for the minus twenty-two temperature, he took off on the snowmobile with its supply sled attached. Badger loped along at his own pace under the bright blue sky, snow flying off his paws. He disappeared after a snowshoe bunny into the black spruce woods.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
