My story is drawn from the belief that some cultures have that moths and butterflies are souls that for some reason either can’t or won’t move on.
NOT MOVING ON.
“What brings you here?”
“High blood pressure, a total blockage of the heart and they got my order wrong. What happened to you?”
A flutter of wings.
“Oh, a mixed up order, an irate customer and a nine millimeter.”
A flash of eyes and a bird startles away.
“Yeah, I’m not worried though. Tonight I go into the light!”
“Wow! Good luck with that! Just be careful of the blue ones. I am going to wait for them to get my order right.”
“Ha! Good luck with that!”