Jane and Robert were sitting in the big oak tree in her backyard. They'd gone out with the plan to pick tomatoes for sauce, but ended up climbing the tree. They sat comfortably on a big branch, not talking.
“Hey.” Robert kicked Jane gently in the foot. “Do the thing with the butterflies.”
Jane smiled. She held out her right hand, cupping it slightly. Then she moved her fingers back and forth, only moving them a little.
After about thirty seconds a monarch butterfly landed on the palm of her hand. It was joined by two more. Then a painted lady and a red admiral landed on her fingers. Carolina satyrs, common skippers, pearl crescents and dainty sulphurs covered her hand. And still, the butterflies flew towards them. They fluttered through the leaves of the tree, landing on Jane's hair and Robert's shoulders. The sun filtered through the leaves, turning their faces dappled as they began to be dusted with butterfly feathers.
Robert laughed and held his hand out. Butterflies landed on his outstretched palm. Soon both of them were covered in butterflies. Jane closed her eyes as one landed on her cheek, as if she were giving the winged creature a kiss.
Then, Jane held up her hand and blew slightly. The butterflies flew away. All of them gone in a matter of seconds.
Robert looked at Jane. “I love that.”
Jane smiled at him. “'I know. Come one. Let's pick tomatoes.”
“Hey.” Robert kicked Jane gently in the foot. “Do the thing with the butterflies.”
Jane smiled. She held out her right hand, cupping it slightly. Then she moved her fingers back and forth, only moving them a little.
After about thirty seconds a monarch butterfly landed on the palm of her hand. It was joined by two more. Then a painted lady and a red admiral landed on her fingers. Carolina satyrs, common skippers, pearl crescents and dainty sulphurs covered her hand. And still, the butterflies flew towards them. They fluttered through the leaves of the tree, landing on Jane's hair and Robert's shoulders. The sun filtered through the leaves, turning their faces dappled as they began to be dusted with butterfly feathers.
Robert laughed and held his hand out. Butterflies landed on his outstretched palm. Soon both of them were covered in butterflies. Jane closed her eyes as one landed on her cheek, as if she were giving the winged creature a kiss.
Then, Jane held up her hand and blew slightly. The butterflies flew away. All of them gone in a matter of seconds.
Robert looked at Jane. “I love that.”
Jane smiled at him. “'I know. Come one. Let's pick tomatoes.”
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