Sweet sunshine yellow
How does one give the ordinary that spark of interest?
The smell of earth and fresh green filled her nose as she peeled each bright layer of husk from the corn cob. The darkest layers came first, followed by the lighter and brighter ones. The smell was light and rich, one of her favorites. Abby glimpsed a peek at the sunrise yellow of the corn kernels as she peeled away the last layers of husk. The light yellow reminded her of dyed Easter eggs, always less bright than the box lead one to believe, but still pretty.
The pot of water simmering on the stove behind her sounded excited, bubbling expectantly. She was excited too. Corn on the cob had been banned, since the Great Breach of Boundaries. They didn't want the Fugitives to gain any new information about crops, military plans, or even cultural society. Everything was to be shut out. Including many of her favorite treats and pass-times. It had been six years since she or any of the markets near her had seen of or been able to speak about corn on the cob. She turned towards the stove, picking off the final strands of yellow hair from between the rows of kernels.
Abby slowly lowered the shining yellow corn into the bubbling water. She watched as it bobbed and swayed as the bubbles licked around its edges. Soon, she thought, I will remember what you taste like.