Butterflies

Butterflies
I shut the door on Mum and Dad shouting in the kitchen and enter the garden.
A purple and striped red butterfly perches on the bird table we have left out. I creep over and my trainers crunch the pebbles below.
I lurch over the creature and my fingers stroke its papery wings. Its heart beats within my nails. I smile for the first time in a long while.
The butterfly drifts into the sky and I am left alone in the garden to remember our brief time together. I pray for it to come back another day.

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