Day 67: Butterfly Red

Butterfly Red

The accident had happened fast.  No one had expected it.  I hadn’t meant to let go.

I had fallen headfirst, a good four feet, onto the unforgiving concrete. Riding atop my babysitter’s shoulders, I hadn’t thought not to bend my head back and look down. I was only having fun. No one had ever told me not to bend over. And I’d only had the chance to view my backyard upside down for a minute or two, before I lost my balance and fell.

Smack!

After the fall, the sitter screamed and rushed me indoors to the dining area. Her teenage friend was there, too—her screams equally loud and bothersome. For some time everything echoed and twisted and turned in the chambers of my ears. Blood rushed out of my head in every direction, staining all the bathroom towels. I was on the dining room table, up high, as everyone scurried about in nervous circles. I glanced down and spotted my Labrador Sugar. Through my tears, I saw she was panting and pacing, and whining some. My small hand met the warm oozing blood at the back of my head. So much blood.

I awoke, wet and hot, to discover myself trapped beneath a heavy blanket in some unknown place. Nothing looked familiar. I turned quickly and tried to rise up, but some force pushed me down. I was inside a nightmare… (The rest of the story is in the book Everyday Aspergers)

~ By Samantha Craft 2012 Based on true events

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18 thoughts on “Day 67: Butterfly Red

  1. oh my…Sam…i don’t know what to say! this is such a lovely story of you and your father! i can’t help but recall my childhood experiences…memories of my father when i was just a little girl…he was such a cool Dad! We were in church 1 time and my tummy started to hurt…really bad! i was on the floor writhing with pain and crying so my parents carried me out of there…my Dad carried me in his strong arms with mom scurrying behind us…we were at our family doctor’s office…nobody knew what was wrong with me…of course, after several days…come to find out it was some intestinal problem…not going to elaborate on that…as icky as it was…but anyway, i felt so safe in my Dad’s arms as he carried me to and from the doctor’s office…he had such strong arms…also, after a fall, i hurt my arm and he had to carry me again to have my arm massaged and ‘fixed’ by some old woman who was believed to be a ‘miracle healer’ at that time and sure enough…she fixed me…my Dad was undauntedly a hero during my childhood days…he carried me in his arms a lot when i was in pain…he made everything feel better for me…i miss him so much and still wish he’s with me to this day…especially when i feel so alone and need a “hero” to rescue me from whatever crisis i’m in…i miss my dad so much. 🙂
    Sam, thank you…you and i have so much in common that everytime i read your stories, i find myself in your story…feeling it…living it…thanks…hugs! 🙂

  2. Wow! This is very well written! Honestly, there was so much tension, I thought it was gripping. And there was an underlying sad tone, too. Great job!

  3. Thank you for your kind comment. You are very correct. This was a very sad post and sad memory for me. The distance between me and my father is there, but hard to pick up. Thank you for reading. Much love ~ Sam

  4. Great story! It moved me very much.

    Ironically, I wrote a short poetry-type story about the word “soon” based on interactions with my father.

    🙂

  5. Sam,

    You story transfixed me. Another commneter mentioned that they did not breathe the entire time. Add me to that list. The sensory images and tension you created were very skillful. Bravo!

  6. Nicely done, Sam! I re-read it to look for a favorite paragraph, but I could not find one because it was ALL good! Very colorful and descriptive! This type of writing—memoir—suits your talents extremely well!

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