It all started with a butterfly. Melinda followed it into the forest and was grabbed by the dwarf who had conjured the butterfly's path. Melinda awoke in the cave and was covered by leaves and flowers. On the walls she saw drawings of her in her father's farmfield. She had always felt she didn't belong on the farm with her older brothers. Now she sensed she was among her own kind. At two feet tall at the age of twenty, something had been amiss. But now, as she sat up and looked at the faces smiling at her, she understood. This was home.
1 comment:
Cool! Short and sweet.
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