The Butterfly - A Short Story Sitting in the bumpy old tire swing, watching the birds fly into the sunset as the fireball sets into the horizon. Amaya feels the bump inside the swing, remembering the time her dad got into the tire and rolled down the hill. Why did he have to go? She felt the tears welling up inside her again as leaves rustled in the tree and the birds flew out to join their brethren in the sky. She picked up a twig from the ground and threw it as far as she could, letting out a heaved grunt. As a tear fell out of her eye, onto the ground, she fell back into the swing and put her head in her hands, and curled up in a ball. She sat there staring into the tree. A butterfly. The butterfly flew down to the swing and sat on top of it. Amaya shuffled out, trying not to disturb it so she could see it clearly. She leaned over, tilting her head, trying to get a better look at it. It flapped its wings twice and suddenly flew on her nose. She was startled and started chuckling as it was tickling her nose. Butterfly kisses. Her dad would always rub his nose against hers and say "Butterfly kisses, butterfly kisses!" She loved butterfly kisses until he poked her in the eye with his nose. How does that happen? The butterfly lifted from her nose and floated to the rope holding the tire. She looked around and realized the sun had almost completely set, she had to go back home. She looked at the butterfly one more time. "Bye, Dad. Visit me again soon." She turned, holding back more tears. She jogged off, and then started running. The butterfly flapped its wings and settled in a branch, watching over the girl as she ran back home.
art - by me :skull: its wonderful, right? *gags* story - by me I made this for english class :^ hope you enjoyed!
