Flash Fiction: Between Lupins

He leaps, scale and wing the color of dark emerald.

Cresting above swaying lupins, he chases butterflies loping through imperfect hues of pink and azure.

A puff of smoke.

A playful screech.

A hatchling under his mother’s gaze.

Her eyes as beautiful as they are terrible.

 

 

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