Mermaids and Butterflies

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It was a cold day in April that I saw the mermaid. A huge storm had just made its way through our town, and in its wake, it had left a chilling cold front. As such, I was the only one down by the pond that day, which was just fine with me, thank you.

I'd been in the middle of ripping the wings off of a butterfly when she swam up, so I didn’t see her right away. It takes a lot of concentration to rip off butterfly wings. The thing is always squirming and wriggling, trying to get away, and if you’re not careful, you’ll squish it. I try not to squish the butterflies; I always cry if I do accidentally. They’re my friends. The only reason I pull off their wings in the first place is so we can be together, at least until they die.

Someone once asked me if I thought it was cruel to ground them like that, but I didn’t think so at the time. If I left on their wings, they’d forget I don’t have any and fly away. Then we’d both

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 08.07.2013
ISBN: 978-3-7309-4534-6

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