SHORT FICTION

Thursday, 21 June 2018

BUTTER BLUE-FLASH FICTION

Another hot day here where I am and humid as well. And since today is Summer Solstice-first day of summer, we have a little faerie story. Hope you enjoy!




BUTTER BLUE

Flash fiction

The moon’s light bathed the forest. Twinkling flashes lit up the darkness.

The summer solstice was beginning.

Out of nowhere bright balls of light fell like large flakes of snow.

The magic was about to begin.

An old log that the moon’s light was resting on suddenly was adorned in blue butterflies.

She had arrived. Everything went still.

Their turquoise and indigo blue wings opened and closed silently.

Something came out of the darkness as if waiting.

His snow white hair glowed in the moon’s light.

“Butter Blue, come out. I’ve waited a whole year for you.”

One of the large butterflies flew up into the air. His own wings quivered.

But the large blue butterfly hovered in front of him. His face lit up with a bright blue glow.

Now she was standing in front of him. He smiled.

“Here I am summer prince. Have you come to dance with me?”

“I certainly have and more.”

He took her hand and together they moved to this music that no one heard.

Until the warm night started to sing and suddenly the forest was lit up with others arriving for the celebrations.  

They continued to dance and this time to lively music that filled the air.

All kinds of creatures joined them and the magic was electric.

The celebrations went on all night and when the witching hour drew near, the prince took Butter Blue by the hand and kissed each finger.

Her dark eyes watched him kiss each finger.

Just as he was going to kiss her, a flash of blue light lit up the area where they were standing.

She was now hovering high above him with other blue butterflies around her.

The prince just grinned. “You can’t hide from me forever my love. I will claim you one of these times.

He blew her a kiss sending her and the other butterflies into the night air.
 
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