Sunrise

[312z]

A scarlet butterfly fluttered through the air, washing back and forth on the shore wind, coming to rest on a standing stone, overlooking the rocky cliff that descended into the waves below. It stretched its wings in the sun, clinging to the mottled rock of the standing stone

Comments

[312z]

Suzy: This was originally intended as a response to
your ten word chalenge a few weeks ago, but life tended
to draw my attention elsewhere and I never finished it.

I don't like it much anyway, but I need to post more.

[autumnsea]

This story is damn wonderful and I have no idea why you don't like it much

[312z]

I'm not as displeased with the standing stones,
but the story itself just feels rushed to me.

Thanks for the edits, fixed them now. :)

[camtarn]

Hm, I like this one.