Monday's Fiction in 58

Simply put, this is a challenge to write something with 58 words.

Butterfly
Out by the orchard, I find the biggest butterfly I’ve ever seen drying its wings. It’s slick from the cocoon, vulnerable.
Its wings are a patchwork of blues, blacks, golds. Rich, velvety.
As I reach a finger to touch, father protests.
“Don’t you dare,” he says. “Her wings have been dusted with magic.”
“Magic?”
“Mysteries of life, son.”

4 comments:

Sophie said...

Beautiful!

Just someone said...

That was beautiful - mysteries of life...

I passed on an award to you...

Decorated

For your great writing!

Missy said...

That is an awesome write. I always wanted to hold butterflies, they are magical little beings aren't they.

Dee Martin said...

A beautiful moment, described perfectly.