“Please,” Shelly clutched my arm, “Help him.” She gestured to the door off the lab.
I went through and caught my breath. The hallway was filled with hundreds of butterflies, nestling on the walls. It took me a few minutes to find the scientist; he was covered in butterflies, too. But I could see his eyes. Haunted. Streaming tears.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered.
“It is.” I knelt before him. “Doctor Richards, will you come with me for a little while?”
“They told me about where they come from.” His shoulders shook, dislodging a few butterflies. “I want to go there.”
Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "The hallway was filled with hundreds of butterflies, all nestling on the walls."