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.”

Comments

Anonymous said…
Beautiful!
Anya Padyam said…
That was beautiful - mysteries of life...

I passed on an award to you...

Decorated

For your great writing!
Dee Martin said…
A beautiful moment, described perfectly.

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