The butterfly man!
There lived a crazy man with a long brown coat. Who had dead butterflies pinned inside his coat? There were a lot of butterflies as it was a long coat.
Every evening when the breeze was strong he would climb to the top of the hill. At the precipices he would unbutton his coat, let it fly in the heavy breeze. People would make fun of him, but never complaints as everybody knew he was crazy. Then he would flap his coat like wings in an effort; a failed effort to fly in the draft of breeze. Like every evenings he would come down the hill disappointed, sad but still determined for he knows that there is always a tomorrow.
Every morning when the light of the sun hit the valley, he would run around chasing fresh batch of butterflies. It was really a sight for the sour eyes, because they could use such a sight, funny sight. A grown man in his late thirties running around in his long coat, keep in mind he has no shirt, just his coat and the lined pajama, I am not even sure if he is wearing any underpants…that thought is for another day.
One fine evening, the valley bared witness to a new event. Kites! There were children flying kites. One kite in particular was a special one. A butterfly kite, kite in the shape of a butterfly. This truly intrigued the crazy butterfly man. As usual he started his ascend to the summit of the hill with one thought in mind, flight!
Little Timmy was the one with the butterfly kite…he was flying it so brilliantly that it soared above all else. Timmy was really happy. Our crazy butterfly man now standing in his usual spot was feeling the wind. He closed his eyes, unbuttoned the coat and let the wind blew gently yet firmly through him. He could feel it, today was the day he was going to fly, why?
He visualized the ground, him gently gliding through the air like an eagle. He stretched his wings (coat) flapped it, strong and firm then slowly opened his eyes and there he saw it, the sign! The huge butterfly gliding in front of him magnificent, brilliant.
Every one in the valley knew something was off. They looked up in awe as they saw our hero- butterfly man flap his coat vigorously, more vigorous than usual, they grew unrest. Among the spectators was our Little Timmy gliding, guiding his magnificent butterfly kite. In a split of a second it happened…our crazy man jumped!
He floated through the air for a moment, which seemed like an eternity for him, for he was convinced that he was flying. The sensation of gliding through the air, free of all misery and bondages. He was flying! Or rather caught up in the kite.
Little Timmy struggled to keep his kite up in the air as the crazy man who now was strangled to the chord of the kite. Timmy tried his best not to let go, the wind was awfully strong this evening, something terrible might happen if he let go. He was adamant not to. He steered and glided the kite efficiently, and then suddenly the unthinkable happened! The chord broke and now the kite was free. Our dear old butterfly man was the one who was flying it now. He who truly believed to be flying was the only one unscathed by these events. People on the ground waited anxiously, more dread than intrigue on what was going to happen to the crazy man.
Then it all became crystal clear to them, there was nothing they could do. The kite now took him way out of their sight. Nobody knew what befell the butterfly man and little Timmy’s butterfly kite. No body saw them ever again. The Kite and the crazy man both are lost to them till date! Still little Timmy waits at the cliffs edge waiting for his kite to return.
Ps: “We now see our crazy butterfly man in a café sipping hot coffee and reading an old tattered magazine, with two wings protruding out of his back (Butterfly kite).”
