It teased him, flying in different directions, then,
“Yes! I finally got you!”
The boy looked up: an unfamiliar environment.
People singing in white robes, families laughing, food plentiful on the table.
The boy dug in. Bursts of flavors exploded in his mouth.
A man sat beside him.
“This is the most amazing festival ever! How long does it last?” the boy asked.
The man smiled. “Forever,” he said.
The butterfly flew down, down, down.
On the cold streets of London, a boy lay dead, smiling.
Although hungry and cold, he had died the happiest boy in the world.
“Yes! I finally got you!”
The boy looked up: an unfamiliar environment.
People singing in white robes, families laughing, food plentiful on the table.
The boy dug in. Bursts of flavors exploded in his mouth.
A man sat beside him.
“This is the most amazing festival ever! How long does it last?” the boy asked.
The man smiled. “Forever,” he said.
The butterfly flew down, down, down.
On the cold streets of London, a boy lay dead, smiling.
Although hungry and cold, he had died the happiest boy in the world.
