A butterfly finds itself stuck to a wall. Its wings broken and torn at the seems.
Forever had it wished a life filled with pollen and joy. Now it seeks only to live for the coming minute, and the minute next.
Wind is no friend of a butterfly, no matter how you frame it. There is cruelty in its gusts, especially for those too small to resist.
The butterfly weeps pollenless tears, believing it is within reach of its final short breaths.
And from door it falls, hitting the cold tiled ground with a subtle thud, never to pollenate another flower again.
Ants move in and devour the butterfly, its lifeless body a fruitful feast for their mantled mouths.
About the Creator
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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