I know I’m
fashionably horribly late, but I can’t miss the party! Here’s my humble offering for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55.
She watched the butterfly as it flitted and floated from flower to flower. As it settled to delight in the nectar of the coneflower, she wondered when she would sprout her own wings and take flight, free from the horrible illness that only allowed her to watch nature’s perfect beauty through a cold glass window.