William Rowe Returns

William Rowe sat, thinking once more, the bright light of his computer monitor the only light to be seen. He was thinking about the beautiful butterfly again, about how he had ruined its life. Thinking about how he had taken the strongest of chains and wrapped them so tight as to cut off all life. chains so tight that even the tiniest attempt to flutter its wings was so painful that she would never try again. Instead the chains would drag her down... down... down... into the darkest regions of the mind, where dreams become twisted and warped beyond all comprehension of the human mind. There she would be for all eternity. Chained and empty in a desolate waist land of pain that she could never escape from. The worst part was, William knew what he had done, and in his shame and depression could do nothing to console the beautiful butterfly, for she refused to listen to him. And so he sat... staring... waiting... thinking... thinking of the butterfly... and his part in shattering her sky...