Flash Fiction: Moth

We flutter up the stairs. I explain that I wasn’t always a tiny moth man. That I’m cursed. That my girlfriend—

She points out intricate shadow boxes. Pictured boyfriends. Pinned moth men staring dead-eyed into oblivion.

The moth girl pulls my hand.

We fly.

 

 

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