Caterpillars
Sep 8, 2018 · 2 min read
350 words flash fiction

She was an extraordinary sort of a girl. I knew that the minute I saw her collecting caterpillars from leaves in the local park.
I was sitting on a bench nearby, trying to read my book but being plagued by a wasp. As I swatted it away for the sixth time, reckoning that its patience was wearing as thin as mine and that I was quite likely to be stung soon, I caught sight of her out of the…

