This flash fiction was written for Carrot Ranch. Many thanks, Charli!
Despite Ranger nipping my heels, I followed the butterfly until it fluttered onto something putrid and not for the first time marveled how a beautiful creature feeds upon death.
The net result of my ill-advised venture was that I was lost.
The breeze kicked wood smoke toward me, so I followed a deer trail toward the smoke and an old piecemeal cabin.
A twangy voice asked, “You lost?”
“Road’s that way.”
“Do you have water?”
The gnarled woman pointed toward a well.
I raised the bucket. Nothing I imagined could prepare me for the cold sweet ambrosia.