Flash Fiction: The chrysalis

Flash Fiction: The chrysalis

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“What are you staring at?”

Nothing

“Don’t nothing me”

“Alright, fine! I was watching to see when this chrysalis would open up.”

“Seriously?”, Janice laughs.

Naah, I’m just kidding. I told you, It was nothing.”

“Alright girl, I’m going out. See you later.”

“Bye”

The sound of the door closing was a little loud for the empty house. Ally, went back to her nothing. She knew her sister, Janice, wouldn’t get it so she didn’t bother explaining.

Ally had always been fascinated by butterflies. She turned her gaze towards the hanging chrysalis and wondered when it would open for the butterfly to emerge. To see a creature as dull as a caterpillar transition into one of the most beautiful creatures was a fascination gifted to only a few. It reminded Ally that humans weren’t much different, and everyone could blossom.

Ally sighed as she realized, the cocoon of the chrysalis was the same as the previous day, no changes. Before leaving, Ally whispered in it’s direction.
          “Please don’t emerge without me”


word count: 171. This story is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge. Each week, a photo is given and we’re to write a 150 (+/- 25) word story inspired by the image. Thank you so much TJ Paris for this week’s photo. Butterflies are a beauty.