Sienna Kelly

"Butterfly"

Annabelle was dreaming. But they were not the whimsical, bright coloured dreams of a 10 year old child with not a worry in the world; There were no friendly woodland creatures or tiny, delicately winged women with slippers fashioned of pink blossoms. She did not find herself in a beflowered forest clearing with golden sunlight streaming through the foliage and the peaceful twitter of birdsong sounding through the tree-tops. Instead, she was in her bedroom, in the dark, with muffled yelling accosting her butterfly-charm-clad ears from the kitchen beneath the floor boards and a small sliver of yellow light creeping through the cracked door.