Page 3 - Caterpillar Angel

Page 3 - Caterpillar Angel The woman slowly closed the door of her house and let herself out into the street. The weather was beautiful, the sun was crowning the distant mountains. She walked towards the mountain and the river. Her suitcase was not heavy, but she felt heavy. This weight was making her tired. I must get out of my cocoon, he thought. As if a passing butterfly had whispered this sentence to him. As if that black weight was crushing him. Her steps quickened, she thought about the job he left, the house she left, the life she left, this big city she left. She thought of her childhood, the countryside she ran, the forest road. She said happiness and took a breath. She should hav...View all