INNOCENCE
She rested her small palms on her knees and her hand raised carefully, fingers itching to touch its flimsy wings.
“No, Haze, you shouldn’t catch a butterfly!” She held her small hand, grabbing her attention. As soon as the little girl faced the young, seductively pretty lady, her braid dangled from the right side which scared the butterfly as she flew away, leaving the kid disappointed.
“Hey! Don’t run!” She complained, getting up, and raising her hands toward the sky.
The lady chuckled. “Aw, the butterfly flew away!” she gasped, holding the kid’s shoulders and turning her to face her. She saw her pouty lips and scrunched nose when her little angry front faced her.