A collection of short stories

The little boxes she collected. The ladybugs he made her out of paper. The boxes made in woodshop to hide her ladybugs. The hearty laugher he laughed through his noise. The secret smile she had when he passed by.

The random message that she sent. The dulcet tone of his response. The warmth she indulged in as she sipped the hot chocolate and savoured their conversation. The big, strong arms she yearned for just as the butterfly which yearns to stay in its cocoons. The imagination- far-reaching, yet sprouting.

The walls with scrawled song lyrics and mystique in the music of zest she memorised. The newcomer of her committee and all his hearty laughs and cigarettes. The paper ladybugs that she gazed at every time she came home and all those butterflies nuzzled into her belly as she read the wacky words on top.

The chilly eyes she watched with as flames licked the charred paper bugs. Proof that she was not enthralled. Proof that she was.