Butterfly Collector

Lucy‘s breath whispers on the glass in grey hues. Her hipbones press sharply into the windowsill, while she counts the bumps on Oliver‘s bare vertebrae. His limbs are long and gangly, curving around the edges of another male contour. His hair is the pale shade of blue, like an early morning or evening, stretching past his shoulder blades and curling in the shallow dip of his back. It twists and bends like fragile insect wings that she wants to yank out, yet she can‘t, because Olli Thompson is a rare butterfly an endangered species trapped in her collection between the mind and the heart.