When the wings cleared, nothing was left of Madame Papillon but a pile of ashes. A couple of butterflies rested for only a moment on the ashes before clearing away.
Sarah bent down and ran her fingers through the ashes.
The explosion of colors still weighed on her heart as she stood up straight and dusted herself off.
“All those souls.”
She slipped her high heels off and started out of the tiny home.
“It’s time to make some changes,” Sarah shook her hair out and dialed her mama as she started walking down the dirt road leading into town, “Mama, I’m moving back north. I don’t think the south is for me.”