Butterfly from the sky


Photo credit: Alastair Forbes


The bicycle tripped and he fell, his knee bruising almost instantly on touching the ground.

His wails grew loud.

An old lady came over to pacify him.

But he wouldn’t stop wailing.

His 5 year old self was more concentrated on the reddish-brown abrasion.

All the people gathered were getting tense now.

His parents were nowhere in sight, neither was any other guardian.

He was not even answering their concerned queries about who he was and what had made him come here to cycle alone.

Just then a white butterfly alighted on his bruised knee.

And he forgot everything else in the world.

Playing with the butterfly, he forgot the pain till his parents came to get him.


Years later….

He’s standing on the edge of the jagged rocks.

The sea is agitated with the storm. Grey clouds are filling the sky.

He stands still. Reminiscing his life before he takes the plunge.

Just then the clouds part to reveal a gleam of sunlight.

He looks up to see the butterfly.

And walks back home.

He’s safe today too…….


© 2013 Ankita Kala

15 Comments Add yours

  1. Alastair says:

    Wow. That is wonderful. I love the way you used two stages of his life.

    Thanks for taking part


    1. Ankita says:

      Thanks for your appreciation and the lovely prompt! 🙂 There’s something really captivating in stormy skies! I really enjoyed taking part in this 🙂


      1. Alastair says:

        There is. I was stunned at the way the clouds formed like that.


      2. Ankita says:

        Yes! And accompanied by the sounds and the wind,it becomes quite a sight.


    2. RoSy says:

      I thought that the two stage approach was used nicely here too.


      1. Ankita says:

        Thanks Rosy! 🙂


  2. Ankita – I loved this – I didn’t see the butterfly in the pic when I wrote my piece! This was so marvellous the way you picked up on that and ran with it. A very incisive write indeed – thank you!


    1. Ankita says:

      Thank you so much! 🙂 That’s very kind of you. Your appreciation matters a lot. I guess that’s the beauty of a prompt, we all perceive it differently and present our interpretation. I’m glad you loved mine. Thanks again! 🙂


      1. You are most welcome, yes that is why I do love them..a different perspective from every individual. 🙂 x


  3. RoSy says:

    Someone was always watching him 😉


  4. julespaige says:

    I used a butterfly too but in a different way. Also in two parts.
    Thanks for sharing your story here. It is amazing how simple things can help to turn us around.


    1. Ankita says:

      That’s amazing! We thought of almost the same thing! Thanks to you too 🙂 I’ll just read yours.


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