Patches of sunlight dance at her feet, and on the pavement she stands on as the branches above her sway with the summer breeze. She looks up and sees a brown butterfly hovering closely above her, its paper-like wings glinting with the jagged rays emanating from the tiny spaces between the camachile leaves above them. She holds her hand up
and watches it perch momentarily on her rosy little fingers before it flutters off towards the black sedan across the street, towards the man standing by the door of the passenger seat. Slowly, the man turns around and he looks back at her with eyes like her own.
Flutter
Fiction by Ma. Luisa Andrea Galinato | May 17, 2009