By Akindu Perera
“It’s not real,” Lucy whispered as she completed the last fold of the paper butterfly. Her fingers rode over the thin edge of the butterfly, admiring how a piece of paper can be transformed into a work of art. Ignoring its soulless body, she threw the paper masterpiece across the room, hoping it would come to life.
The two perfectly creased wings sliced through the air, fighting for existence. The glorious vision of the butterfly fluttering across the room sparked a certain sense of joy in Lucy. The delicate smile on her face shattered when the paper butterfly kissed the floor.
Beautiful!
I made paper airplanes as a kid with the same desires. I’ll turn seventy this year, and wish I could fly. Thanks Akindu.
Beautifully written!