Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "nr"

It's not like there are any more corners left. It's an empty room after all. This isn't something that's ever going to be written down, let alone finished. That's one faded blue shirt that'll never be unbuttoned. But here's a sneak peak anyways, and oh it's a spoiler. All the butterflies were dying. And then, they were all dead. That's saddening but not the sad part. The sad part was, sitting alone, cross legged on a dull hardwood floor, she was eating all those dead butterflies, all by herself. But that was okay. According to one single half-eaten moth in there among the rest of the ugly butterflies, life was kind again. All around her were happier endings of very unhappy people, but she, she alone was the butterflies' happy end. She was eating them now, but later they would consume her in another story.