Blue comes alone, always alone. He usually shows up in the small hours of the morning. He’s sneaky like that. When he arrives you’re never glad to see him. In fact you probably wish he’d just go away for good. When did you first meet him? It’s hard to remember. He’s around when you least want him, like spiders or mosquitoes, and it’s hard to get him to leave.

Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “blue.”

Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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