50 Word Stories: Butterfly Night

Every butterfly was pure white, as though chippings of the moon had drifted to earth and toyed with the idea of landing. The tiny creatures fluttered around in the near darkness, a windswept nightscape of albino leaves. They’re colourless, said my sister. Not colourless, but colouring the evening, said I.

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