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.
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers where this week's photo is kindly supplied by J S Brand