It flits by, quietly landing on her arm.
“Look,” I whisper, gently touching her arm near its landing place.
“Oh, a damselfly!” she whispers excitedly.
Of course she knows its proper name, but that doesn’t explain how she attracts these ethereal beings, why they seem to hover around her daily as if they recognize her.
“How do you charm them?” I ask as the damselfly moves away.
She laughs in reply.
Short but absolutely lovely!
This made me smile.
This is sweet. I like the interaction between the two (I pictured it as a mother and daughter.)
Pure magic. I want more.
Still waters run deep. There’s a lot of beauty in this lovely little story.
lovely. and to do well with so few words is craft. i admire that. thanks for the read.