X9 likes to pull the wings off butterflies. They flutter in through cracks far above, bringing with them the promise of the world outside, and perch unsuspectingly on his dull, copper skin.
First published in Freeze Frame Fiction – April 2015
X9 likes to pull the wings off butterflies. They flutter in through cracks far above, bringing with them the promise of the world outside, and perch unsuspectingly on his dull, copper skin.
