The Butterfly
by Debbie Manber Kupfer
Simon
concentrated on the words. They had to be just right, perfect. The ink
flowed from his pen as it floated a few inches above the magenta vellum.
There that’s it, and now to fold, to create. Silently he mouthed the
spell and the butterfly began to take form. He had watched a Japanese
master once form an intricate butterfly out of a single sheet of paper.
He closed his eyes and dredged through his memories, remembering the
lines. He smiled as he opened his eyes and the butterfly sat in front
him, its wings quivering, awaiting his next instruction.
Jennifer
sat by herself in the corner of the cafeteria. Tonight was prom and
still no invitation. She was crazy to believe that Simon was interested
in her - especially as her magic was so commonplace. He could have his
pick of any witch here, why would he choose her? But still she caught
herself looking over at his table. He appeared to be concentrating on
something. Lost in whatever crazy creative spell he was working on.
Simon
raised his wand and slowly the butterfly rose through the air. All
around the cafeteria there was a sudden hush as the students watched the
flight of the magenta butterfly as it circled the room and finally
fluttered onto Jennifer’s plate.
Jennifer gazed at it in awe.
She held her breath as it started to unfold, until at last she could see
the words written in beautiful copperplate letters:
“Mr. Simon Black requests the pleasure of Miss Jennifer Meeks to accompany him this evening to Salem High Summer Prom.”
With
trembling hands, Jennifer took out her pen and wrote a single word,
“yes”. Instantly the butterfly reformed and fluttered over to Simon’s
table. Simon read the word and smiled at Jennifer who nodded. It was
going to be perfect, she thought.
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