Painted Lady
A friend of mine
I was infatuated with her from the very first. She had an insatiable need to experience every minute of her life! She drank it in is as if it was a cocktail made of the finest liquor just for her, and she savored every sip!
Imagine my surprise when she said to me. “I fear that I must sleep, it has been 28-days since we first met, and I haven’t rested yet!” As she closed her eyes her shallow breaths sang a lullaby. And I thanked my Creator for the beautiful gift that was my Painted Lady Butterfly…
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The Conductor
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky... She lay as still as she possibly could, eyes closed, trying ever so hard not to blink. Her Papa, he is at the door and like every other night he is peaking in on her, making sure she wants for nothing and she is safely tucked in bed. This night he walks softly over and gently brushes her hair from her face, he lingers beside her watching her sleep, moving slowly so not to wake her he places a soft kiss on her forehead and quietly exits her room. She is never quite sure if he has gone or not because his footsteps are so soft they don't make a sound.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Fiction
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Note to readers. The painted Lady Butterfly has a life span of 28 days.