Short Story: The Effect of a Thousand Butterflies

The Effect of a Thousand Butterflies
By Steve Ince

In my dream I cannot see her face for the cloud of butterflies that surrounds her. What I’m able to glimpse through the occasional, fleeting gap – her hands, her legs, her hair – suggest a delicacy of form. Her skin is white, almost devoid of any colour and contrasts sharply with the tangles of dark hair that fall forward, which in turn adds to the difficulty of catching sight of her features. She raises her hands towards her face and although I cannot be sure I feel she is screaming. I hear nothing of that sound, yet I hear the beating of the wings of a thousand butterflies, amplified loudly, reverberating like organic helicopters on patrol. … Continue readingShort Story: The Effect of a Thousand Butterflies