Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Butterfly Man


He first noticed the butterflies by the tunnels leading into town. Every time he stopped to rest, so did they; on his hair, his arms, an extended knee. Eventually, he learned that his new travelling companions were sticking around and he would swipe pieces if fruit for them to eat. He had no idea what to call them, but he did feel that thier arrival in his life did portend something immensely important.

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