B is for Butterfly Brooch
Today I have written a short story with this butterfly brooch as the inspiration. Also I tried to use B words to celebrate the letter B.
I was hanging out at Brenda’s Diner while my wife Barb went to have her hair done. My
blank laptop screen awaited my brilliant blog post And waited...and waited...
I bit into my lightly buttered breakfast
bagel when I heard a clink behind me. I bent down and picked up a beaded butterfly brooch that glowed and
twinkled in my hand.
The butterfly came to life and
flew up to the ceiling, a swirl of rainbow-like colours. A flash of light blinded me and I found myself in a shimmering
forest by the banks of a babbling brook. Morning sun bathed the branches in a soft
golden light. Any moment I expected to see Bambi and his buddies appear through
the bushes.
“Hi there, Barney,” a sultry voice said and I looked
around in bewilderment. A beautiful
buxom blonde girl in a bikini beamed at me.
“I’m Bunny. I know all about
you.”
“Is this some kind of joke? How
did I get here?” I could feel my face reddening as it always did when I got embarrassed.
“Relax, Barney,” Bunny said,
brushing her fingers against my cheek and blowing in my ear. “Bunny will make
it all better.”
“Is this for real?” I said,
blinking my eyes in disbelief. I closed my eyes and sighed in contentment as Bunny
massaged my brow.
“There you are!” a loud voice
penetrated my reverie. I was back in the restaurant, the butterfly brooch still
in my hand.
Barb frowned at me, her grey hair in
tight poodle curls. I didn’t dare tell her it looked better before.
“Where did you get that brooch?” she asked.
“I found it on the floor,” I
said, looking at it in confusion.
“What’s the matter with you,
Barney? Did you forget to take your medication again?”
“No, it’s just that...” I
looked at the brooch and said nothing.
“Honestly, Barney. You’re
losing it. I’ll bring the car and meet you outside in ten minutes. Can you
manage that?”
I just nodded in agreement. I
had learned long ago not to argue with Barb.
As I packed up the laptop, I
put the brooch down on the counter by the cash.
On my way out, I bumped against
a woman coming in.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologized.
“No harm done, Handsome,” I
looked up and met eyes with the older woman. I could tell she’d been a looker
in her younger days. A real babe. Something about her sure seemed familiar.
I looked back in disbelief to
see her take the brooch off the counter and pin it to her coat. She saw me
looking and winked at me. It was Bunny.
That's a brilliant write up!!!! Loved it totally :)
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Thanks so much iamstri. Appreciate the comments.
DeleteEnjoyed this very much! Great :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Claudia. Nice to be sharing with you at another blogging challenge.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely little story, Cat! :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet story...and I loved the use of alliteration with B :D
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