So this is my first time on here and I want to write a little story about a butterfly.
There was once a very handsome butterfly, whose wings were bright blue with flecks of purple. His antennas were black and dull, but his wings were his pride and joy.
One day, while out flittering around, he saw a young human boy. A child, who also admired his wings. Oh how he loved to hear the praises of his beautiful wings!
Keeping out of the boy's reach was not a problem for this butterfly, he would lightly land on a flower or a grass shard and show off his wings before taking off, just before the boy reached him.
The skies had turn from a light gray to a dark gray rather quickly. He was enjoying the admiration so much, he failed to realize the rain was starting.
Oh! The butterfly flitted, barely dodging a raindrop. He knew he had to get to cover. There was a tree not too far away, he would go there.
From a distance, another human, this one larger and more feminine, called and the young boy answered. Then he started running.
The butterfly was almost to the tree when SPLAT a big fat raindrop landed on his wing. He went down to the grass. But he was still close, he could still crawl to the tree. He was almost there.
Then, without warning, the boy came flying. His shoe landed on top of the handsome butterfly, squashing him. The boy made it safe inside to his mother's arms.
The butterfly was dead.
The end.
I first told this story in 2009 to a coworker of mine when she showed me her tattoo of a beautiful blue butterfly.
She wasn't happy.
JB