"Look, Mommy! A butterfly!"
"That's nice, sweetie."
"Mommy! She falling!"
Louise sighed. She had brought her daughter, Lilly, to the park for one reason; for some peace and quiet. While Lilly played, Louise was supposed to be able to balance her checkbook, read her gossip magazine, but NO, she had to actually watch her child.
Louise got up from the park bench and went towards the sandbox, where Lilly was. She knelt down, trying to keep her stance and tone from showing her annoyance. "Ok, honey. Where is the butterfly?" Louise looked at the wooden edge of the sandbox, expecting to see a bug with damaged wings.
"No, Mommy. Look up!"
Repressing another sigh, Louise followed her daughter's pudgy finger with her gaze, looking up into the sky. It was when she saw what her little girl was really pointing at did she feel her jaw drop.
There was something in the air, but it was no butterfly. Sure, it had wings but the rest of it was….person-ish? Nevertheless, the more important thing, whatever it was, it was falling straight at them!
Grabbing her daughter, who was still staring, almost hypnotized at the falling…thing, Louise ran from the sandbox and out of the collision course.
After she heard the impact, she turned back around to see it was a person, at least in form. But attached to her (it was a she, right?) were a pair of wings, like, as Lilly had said earlier, a butterfly.
Speaking of Lilly, she had slipped from her moms grasp and going toward the fallen winged girl.
"Mommy, it's a fairy."
Louise grabbed her awe-stricken daughter with one hand while digging around in her purse for her cell phone in the other 'Crazy things falling from the sky, nearly killing me and my child. This is why I never leave the house."
Still holding her daughter back, who wanted to play with the 'fairy', Louise called 911.