As she woke, she didn't find herself in her bedroom, where she had fallen asleep as usual, but instead in a strange, empty room. There was only a table in the center of it, and on top of that what appeared to be a bell jar. As there was no exit as far as she could tell, she decided to take a closer look at this bell jar instead. Trapped underneath it, was a butterfly, slowly moving its wings in an almost hypnotic rhythm. Almost instinctively she reached out to lift the bell jar, not wanting to leave the creature trapped beneath.
That was her undoing.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
