This is a response to this weeks flash fiction challenge.
I am disappointed. all those dreams I’d had as a caterpillar of bright coloured wings, reds and iridescent blues and yellows and now, look at me!. White!
Might as well find something to eat. I fly forlornly around avoiding those gaudy butterflies crowding around the largest flowers. Finally I spot a succulent bush with nobody fluttering around. Its flowers are small but, boy, are they yummy! This is butterfly heaven!
“Thank you so much,” whispers the bush. “We made nectar expecting bees or butterflies to pollinate us and nobody came. You have saved us. You are our Angel Butterfly!”