A beautiful short story from Claire Fuller. I’m a fan!
After she handed Pavi over, Elsa found a job as a butterfly recorder on the South Downs. She camped amongst the bell heather and rose early in the morning to tramp a ten mile stretch of heathland. She counted pearl-bordered fritillaries, white admirals and skippers. But it was the rare silver-studded blue that Elsa worried for the most. When the caterpillars hatched, a species of ant carried them into the nest and fed them until the butterfly emerged.
She wondered about her own child, being fed, housed and cared for by another mother, and whether she would ever fly back home.
As well as being inspired by the picture above, this story was also inspired by the…
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