Stacy--Part Twenty-Two

Splog # 78

Twenty-Two

   And then the spot of red came back into her sight and remained there. It hovered over her and slowly began to descend. As it neared, Stacy realized it was a butterfly. And materializing beside it was another, this one white. Stacy hadn't seen the butterflies since she and Lane and Johnny had left the bridge and she greeted them with a smile of welcome. As they got closer and closer, Stacy was surprised to see them also getting larger and larger. She soon realized that their diminutive size was not intrinsic but the result of the distance that separated them from her. As they filled her field of vision, the white one started flapping its wings more slowly and fell behind the red one. Soon it was lost to sight as the red one became so large that it was the only thing that she could see, directly above her. Down the center of it, where the two flapping wings met, was what looked like a rolled-up carpet, and from this six double-jointed arms, or legs, were protruding, three on each side. They were as thin as Stacy's fingers and were a very dark color, unlike the body in between the wings, which was a yellowish brown.

   As Stacy was gaping in amazement at this apparition of a giant butterfly, the rods on which she had been resting suddenly jerked out from under her, every other rod spinning away either to her left or to her right. But before she could fall so much as an inch, the six arms, or legs, of the butterfly were around her and she was being wafted up towards, she assumed, the top of the tower. The opaqueness of the crystal rods, still in incessant movement all around her, seemed to be increasing. In the darkness, a blur of white flashed at the corner of her eye and, when she turned her head, she saw the white butterfly floating along beside her, lazily flapping its wings in unison with the red.

   And now it truly was dark and something about the air told her she was no longer inside the crystal tower. She wished that she could get a look around and, the moment she did so, the red butterfly withdrew all six of its legs, or arms, from their grip on her and she started to fall. She only fell long enough to change her position from her back being downward to her feet being downward. Then the white butterfly slipped beneath her and suddenly she was sitting astride it like a horse. She was up towards the front with the wings flapping soundlessly beside her. She figured she must be right behind its head, though she couldn't see anything that seemed to be one. There was nothing to hold on to, so she rested her hands lightly on the body on which she had alighted. It also reminded her of a rolled-up carpet and even had a texture reminiscent of one. The flight was smooth enough that the lack of something to hold on to wasn't troubling to her and now she could look around and get an idea of where she was.