Pretty.
It was the only time five-year-old Dallas Winston could recall using that word, and it captured the subject perfectly. He stopped, small hand slipping out of his brother's as his blue eyes followed the butterfly's graceful journey through the air.
"Ugh! That's disgusting!" A hand shot out, meeting the butterfly in mid-air and sending it downward towards the pavement. Demitri gazed at it with disgust before a sneer appeared on his lips. "Well, now it's dead... hurry your ass up, kid. I ain't got all day."
Dallas stared at the insect on the pavement, at its crushed body. There was some strange-coloured goo around the tangled mess that had been its legs and proboscis, while the wings were sticking up at a strange angle. It was all an orange, black and strangely-coloured mess.
"Hurry up," Demitri yelled, pausing only a few feet away and motioning for his little brother to hurry up. Dallas took one final glance at the butterfly before turning away.
-theend-
It's
not that I have writers block, my tongue just hurts and I can't
write. xD
I don't
own anyone except that poor butterfly and Demitri.