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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
Like a butterfly.
The soft smile on her face, the fluttering of eyelids too heavy to
lift and the brilliance of color that shows in her pale features.
Like a butterfly.
I see her and I see strength. I see the soul inside who drew on
everything she had and all that she was to bring her through life to
this point. I see her now, as the sun is fading away as the time is
coming.
I see her smile and laugh. She is just like a butterfly.
She is beautiful and fragile, but I love her. I love her so very much.
“Mother…”
(c) Sara Harricharan