Fleeting Butterfly

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A row of heads floated above,
blocking my view.

"Please move a little. She needs some

The same voice demanded.

One by one, the people
departed, leaving me in the company
of the man who talked first.

"Could you please tell me
where I am?"

"At the public library..."


The man smiled for a second.

I remember now.

From behind him,
a small butterfly fluttered
its incandescent wings.

"Don't forget me."

As it made its way to the ceiling,
it traced the mark of a whisper.


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