Written in response to a writing group's theme of butterflies:
As the butterfly climbed upwards from the flower, Sarah watched it go. She marveled at the bright colors.
Then she rolled over, took a firmer grip on her bone, and went back to sleep.
As the butterfly climbed upwards from the flower, Sarah watched it go. She marveled at the bright colors.
Then she rolled over, took a firmer grip on her bone, and went back to sleep.
- Location:home
- Mood:
creative - Music:Paper Mario soundtrack