The Butterfly CatcherA Story by JenniferMariejust the beginning of an idea I thought I'd share. ...The Butterfly Catcher By Jennifer Marie I saw her face. Her doubtful glance towards me then back
down to the kitchen floor. The way her hand trembled and her brows furrowed as she held the phone. I knew. I knew that everything was not alright like everyone
had promised me and so I ran. I ran out the door, down the porch steps, across
the field and felt nothing and everything at the same time. I pushed passed the
branches of trees, twigs scratching my arms, thorns across my legs, but I kept
going. All that surrounded me was a blur; the whole world smudged through tears
and lightheadedness until I reached the edge of the land where the river meets
the grass and fell to my knees, palms in my face, “But they’re not dead
yet, the butterflies aren’t dead.” I
muttered breathing in frantic gulps of air. “Damn you, damn you Haven.” I said rocking back and forth now
hugging my waist as if to hold my insides in. I could see my fretted face in the water and in my misery
thought if I just fell in, if I just let the river rush me away and the
waterfall swallow me then this would all be over and I wouldn’t have to feel
anymore. I wouldn’t have to remember the day our paths crossed a million miles
from home. I heard footsteps and my sisters voice yelling for me, “Em,
EMILY, EMILY!” But I didn’t move. She arrived abruptly and wrapped her arms
around me, pulled my shoulders and head towards her chest and I cried. “Tell me he’s alive. Tell me. Tell me everything is going to
be alright.” I needed to hear it, but she would never say those words to me.
She would just stay with me, holding me for hours. © 2013 JenniferMarieFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
713 Views
14 Reviews Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on May 18, 2013Last Updated on June 20, 2013 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|