This week I decided to take inspiration from other prompts, and head over to BookFox for 50 Flash Fiction Prompts. It’s great if you’re stuck for ideas, since they’re categorised by genre which makes it so helpful! I went for this prompt this time, under Microprompts:
Write about the dramatic moment a butterfly emerges from its cocoon.
It’s like birth, a butterfly gets to live two lives. Unlike most of us, who wait for death, they wait for an intersection, a cut, they cut through with their wings and live again. First, they turn. Then, they fly. It’s the push, like birth. But you don’t have to push as hard I’m sure. The women don’t scream, the females are fine. They sense, though. They have larger veins and more hair. But tiny. Tiny hairs make their way to the sack. They brush past it, flirting, teasing – do you like that? The sack replies – no. Then, they lie dormant once again. How many times have they played this game? But butterflies grow through sleeping, butterflies through sleeping, grow. They mould and shape-shift, a natural metamorphosis. Or, unnatural? Who knows? God? Hello? Is it natural or unnatural? I don’t know. Just let the butterfly grow. And so it does. The green turns to orange and the orange turns to black and the black turns to white until they all come together, a paint palette with colours mixed by Mother Nature herself. Or, Science. They’re a nice lad. They remind the butterfly that it’s time to get out now, it’s time to wake up. So, the once-in-a-life-time alarm blares through the sack, and the butterfly sluggishly crawls out, backwards, to smack their wings and make it shut up, to turn it off once and for all. And then they go. They get up, and go.
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