35
Wings
It was boredom that lead Crabbe to this point. None of his friends had been able to visit, and the ten year old was on the cups of insanity. And it seemed that his current hobby wasn't keeping his attention.
Glancing at the butterfly he had pinned to the patio, he frowned as it stopped fighting so hard against him. The insect flapped its blue wings once more before going still.
Shifting his foot slightly, he heard the crushing of its frail bones. The butterfly stopped moving entirely, its shimmering blue wings falling still.
