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A Girl, a Rock, and Butterflies

Istijlál (Majesty), 5 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 176 B.E. - Thursday, January 23, 2020

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30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS  (13+) WDC's Longest Running Blog Competition - Hiatus #1786069 by Fivesixer

PROMPT: January 23rd

Finish this story: A girl, sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods, jumps when she hears…

A girl, sitting alone on a rock at the edge of the woods, jumps when she hears the flutter of a thousand butterfly wings. Turning, in the direction of the rising sun, she see a flock of Monarch Butterflies approaching her. The black and orange wings of the King of the Butterflies reflect scarlet in the light of dawn.

As they draw near, they begin to descend. They light upon her, the rock, and the surround forest. Feeling the butterfly crawling on her, she laughs, and begins to sing The Butterfly Song. As she sings, the Monarch's gather around her, until high noon. At noon she turns into a Monarch butterfly and flies off with them on their journey to Mexico.