They were hiding under the leaf. It was so dark and cold, and there was absolutely no food, not even a drop. Their bodies were growing numb and stiff. Then, in a split second, things went from bad to desperate when a powerful gust of wind lifted the edge of the thick green leaf they were using as a tent. The rain kept pouring and pouring in threatening to sweep them away from their flimsy shelter.

-Move! Move, my Love! Come closer! I cannot lose you!!

-I can’t, Baby, my wings are completely soaked. It will take hours to dry them off before I can move again.

Two butterflies were hopelessly stretching their antennas towards each other for one last hug. Their once big and beautiful wings were now flopping uselessly in the wind like a grey mess of a sail stuck half-way up the mast threatening to overturn the boat. It was the matter of seconds before they would get separated forever.

-I love you…

They whispered at the same time, as the wind whisked away their final breath…

By morning, the Sun was shining as happily as ever, the air was fresh, and the road was dry and clean again with all the debris swept away overnight.

-Good morning world!

Said in unison two bright yellow butterflies, as they emerged from their cocoons. The youngsters glanced at each other surprised, giggled gleefully and flew off together in search of new exciting adventures…


About tolstunka

Just very very talented... what can I do? :) Recently learned that my nakshatra is Purva Phalguni, in case you were wondering...
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