The butterfly drew back it’s wings and flapped them. And on the other side of the world…
No volcanoes roaring to life, no tsunamis born. The ground didn’t quake, nor did the sky rend itself asunder.
There were disasters, to be sure. A hurricane raged in the Gulf of Mexico, but it was hurricane season, and it’d been raging for weeks. The sum effect of the butterfly’s wings was, globally speaking, nothing.
Nothing but propelling a butterfly through the air, to exactly where my eyes happened to catch it.
Making me smile.
Sometimes beauty’s nothing more than it seems.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Butterfly, Drabble, Short story
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