Ermilia’s Picture it & write (Sunday 07 April 2013)
Once again, here is my offering to ‘Picture it & write’ hosted by Ermilia (Ermisenda and Eliabeth) who invite others to join them by writing a fictional story or poem to accompany an image presented on their blog.
Two of his favourite treasures.
He was apt to keep those things he held dear.
Butterflies had been a love since childhood. He watched as they unfolded their wings in the early morning sunlight, free from the ties that bind.
He’d always enjoyed their freedom; he’d not known freedom as a child. No, life for him was less than free; less than love; less than joy. Life for him had been harsh, troublesome, gritty; like sand between the teeth.
And yet, when he escaped into the garden he was met with fresh air; fresh thought; fresh sight. Oh, how he loved the butterfly.
One particular butterfly came to rest upon his other love that morning. Nestled in the eye of his mother could be seen one of his favourites; its eye resembling his would be torturer’s eye, as if to mock. And yet, he thought; he had the last laugh.