I want a tummy-ful of giddy, a box of boozed butterflies. Or just one; I’m not greedy: One wing, one spark.
Tag: butterflies
A Quiet World
For the very first time I was able to hear the subtle sound of the butterfly’s tiny feet thud softly against the paper-thin petal as it landed weightlessly on the petunia. The world was so quiet now that everyone was dead.