Fleeting Butterfly

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A row of heads floated above,
blocking my view.

"Please move a little. She needs some
space."

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..."

"Ah..."

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.


"Again."

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