SilverwingThe girl looked around for her mother, not realizing she was gone forever, not realizing she was the only one left. Lonely and homeless, the girl sat down, crying. Everything she loved was gone, gone forever, her family, friends, and home. But she was being watched. Watched by a small butterfly. With its once beautiful silver wings torn, it couldn’t fly at all. It was like the girl, everything it loved was gone forever too. But it wasn’t dead yet. The butterfly knew that the girl was its only hope to surviving. The girl looked at the butterfly. But then she walked away, into the mist, into the dust. The butterfly waited a long time, but she didn’t return. It flapped its wings, trying to fly. It flapped its wings so hard it was more than a wing beat, it was a thump, and the girl must have heard. She walked out of the mist, towards the butterfly.
“Fly,” she said, and picked it up. The butterfly flapped its wings, but didn’t move, still standing in the