How do you tell someone of the end? The child who thought a slug was a butterfly in the making, who looks at you now with those eyes, so strikingly blue, it hurts. Her eyes.
You hug him to your chest, hard, and hope he falls asleep before it comes.
My attempt at keeping my brain working. A story in 50 words. Want to do the same, write one and tag it with 'fiftywords'.
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