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The Yellow Butterfly

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The Yellow Butterfly

By

Ursula Wong

 

In the dim light of a room that smelled of disinfectant, a priest I didn’t know murmured a prayer, his hand covering the yellow rosary beads entwined around Mom’s fingers. Her lifetime of prayer shouldn’t have led to this. Her diligence on sore knees should have stopped the inevitable from happening. But it hadn’t.

He asked if I needed anything. I shook my head.

“She was a lovely woman,” he said.

“You get sick and you die. That’s all there is. Faith is a waste. Prayer is for fools.”

I went to the window, raised the shades, and opened the sash. A yellow butterfly hovered over the ledge, just out of reach. When I stepped back, it flew inside.

I forgot my anger as I watched it circle the room and land on the rosary beads. Yellow had been Mom’s favorite color.

“I don’t believe in God or coincidence, but I’m beginning to believe in butterflies.”

“It’s a start,” said the priest.

 

Stanley’s Surprise

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Stanley’s Surprise

By Ursula Wong

Betty opened the door. “Get out of here!”

As soon as Stanley stepped over the threshold and onto the front porch, she slammed the door shut.  She waited, counting the seconds.  “Twenty-one, twenty-two.” It was a rough neighborhood and he wasn’t supposed to wait this long. Perhaps he was planning something more than their usual make-up-sex.  She felt a tingle run up her spine.  Oh how she loved that man. She opened the door and peeked out.

No one was there.  Leaving the door ajar, she walked down the steps, half-expecting him to jump out from behind the bushes. What was he planning?

“Stanley, are you there?” She curled her toes. This is going to be good.

The wind stirred the leaves, but Stanley didn’t answer.

She went around the side of the house and even looked in the backyard. Her elusive lover had vanished. Had he run out for some whipped cream?

Annoyed, Betty stomped back inside. Two can play this game.  Who does he think he is making me wait? As she walked down the hallway, an arm grabbed her around the waist.

This is it! Sex with a burglar. “Oh Stanley,” she cooed.

A gloved hand covered her mouth. Her eyes filled with the look of terror. This isn’t Stanley.