Post 1568. Tuesday July 18
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
As I climbed the grassy slope a songbird whistled me a merry tune and a rabbit stopped and twitched his nose. The sun played hide and seek with fluffy white clouds.
A brightly coloured butterfly fluttered around me, and as I walked it followed. I sat to rest a while and it settled along side me. When I continued on my way it kept me company. I stopped and held out my hand; it sat on my little finger. It was as if it knew me; knew me in days gone by maybe. Not as a butterfly but as a friend long departed. Now a friend returned.
It became darker and suddenly my friend was gone. I felt rain drops on my face as though someone above was shedding tears.
They say the sun will shine again tomorrow. I will return to the grassy slope. I hope my friend will too.
I love this Keith! I hope your friend returns again tomorrow! Great story!
ReplyDeleteI hope so too PJ! Thanks so much.
DeleteLovely! I have chills.
ReplyDeleteCheers Darla
DeleteSomeone told me that writing something unique about butterflies is a challenge. This was certainly unique.
ReplyDeleteI did on a wing anda prayer! Thank you Reena
DeleteHi Keith - occasionally things happen and one wonders why - so delightfully written ... friends are around us I'm sure - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteI'd like to think so. Thanks Hilary
DeleteAh a sweet tale. It's nice to get away from it all and experience some bonding with nature.
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is and I do, often. Cheers Iain
DeleteThe butterfly reminded me of a movie called ' the ultimate gift'. Emotional story .
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written , Keith.
Not one I'm aware of! I must investigate, thanks.
DeleteThis was very beautiful, Keith. The last line hints at something deeper than what you have given us to picture with the previous lines. A little wistful, perhaps. Or something darker. Cheers, Varad
ReplyDeleteI leave that up to the imagination of the reader! Thanks Varad.
DeleteWhat a lovely story.
ReplyDeleteThank you Denise
DeleteYou write a lot like S.T. Summers over at Writing With Some Ink and a Hammer. :)
ReplyDeleteI need to make a visit! Thanks Calen
DeleteYour friend will definitely visit you again.Loved your story for its pristine innocence.
ReplyDeletehttp://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/07/the-worn-out-steps.html
Thank you so much Kalpana
DeleteLovely story. The butterfly piece is brilliant.
ReplyDeleteVery kind of you, thanks.
DeleteA magic little story about a very special butterfly
ReplyDeleteVery special indeed! Thnks Marja
Delete