By N Angelica K
Azure wings caress the breeze and shimmer in the sun’s hateful rays. The delicate being wavers and, with a tired shudder, drops to dapple the cold concrete.
“Hurry, before the storm comes! It’ll wash the butterfly away.”
The little boy rubs his rosy cheeks. “What’s wrong with that?”
“You wouldn’t want to be left alone in that awful river, your body soggy and torn.” The girl nudges the butterfly and recoils with a sigh. “It’s dead. This time we know what to do.” She clutches a broken locket, a murky picture taped inside.
“I’ll get the flowers. You dig the hole.”
This is a very good story although rather sad.
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Creepy. Story.
Sweet, and genuinely child-like.