Butterfly Magic
I remember that time, dearest, in the garden, when the midnight blue butterfly danced around our heads, binding us forever as friends, knowing that this day would come but would never separate us even as we open our hearts to other loves, and welcome each other’s babes into our world.
This story, from a prompt Laura gave me months ago, is a single sentence story coming in at exactly 50 words—a dribble. It grew from the words garden, time, and butterfly.
I love this story. I've read it so many times now. A beautiful story of friendship, written by a beautiful friend 💕