The Butterfly

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Simon concentrated on the words. They had to be just right, perfect. The ink flowed from his pen as it floated a few inches above the magenta tissue. There that’s it, and now to fold, to create. Silently he mouthed the spell and the butterfly began to take form. He had watched a Japanese master once form an intricate butterfly out of a single sheet of paper. He closed his eyes and dredged through his memories, remembering the lines. He smiled as he opened his eyes and the butterfly sat in front him, its wings quivering, awaiting his next instruction.

Jennifer sat by herself in the corner of the cafeteria. Tonight was prom and still no invitation. She was crazy to believe that Simon was interested in her – especially as her magic was so commonplace. He could have his pick of any witch here, why would he choose her? But still she caught herself looking over at his table. He appeared to be concentrating on something. Lost in whatever crazy creative spell he was working on.

Simon raised his wand and slowly the butterfly rose through the air. All around the cafeteria there was a sudden hush as the students watched the flight of the magenta butterfly as it circled the room and finally fluttered onto Jennifer’s plate.

Jennifer gazed at it in awe. She held her breath as it started to unfold, until at last she could see the words written in beautiful copperplate letters:

“Mr. Simon Black requests the pleasure of Miss Jennifer Meeks to accompany him this evening to Salem High Spring Prom.”

With trembling hands, Jennifer took out her pen and wrote a single word, “yes”. Instantly the butterfly reformed and fluttered over to Simon’s table. Simon read the word and smiled at Jennifer who nodded. It was going to be perfect, she thought.

 

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Hey Diddle Diddle

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The sign on the door read “Mother Goose Marriage Counselling”.

Mother Goose adjusted her spectacles and gazed at the couple in front of her. It had been a long day and she was really looking forward to getting home and putting her feet up by the fire.

“So, let’s just start from the beginning,” she said, “Ms. Dish . . .”

“It all started with the Cow . . .”

“No, you’re getting it wrong again. It was the Cat I tell you, with that crazy instrument of his. If he hadn’t been playing that, the Cow never would have jumped!”

“Well, if the Cow hadn’t jumped, we wouldn’t be in this mess . . .”

“You didn’t complain at the time. You were happy to get away. You said the Little Dog was laughing at you.”

“Oh, Hey Diddle Diddle! Here we go again. Always stirring it up, aren’t you Spoon?

“Now Ms. Dish,” interjected Mother Goose, “there’s no need for that kind of language here! So what happened next, after you two eloped?”

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Hey Diddle Diddle was originally published in the charity anthology Pick Your Poison, available on Amazon.

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