The Tale of A Girl with Rainbow Wings

Once upon a time, there was a young girl. She believed that one day when she grew up, she would possess a pair of wings blooming out from her shoulders — rainbow wings of a butterfly: of yellow, green and red. She thought she would soar into the sky and sail in the breeze with the summer leaves. She would fly across the horizon, over the oceans and sands, atop the trees and mountains. She would sleep in the flowers, breathe in the moons and dance into dawns.

Therefore, she always kept her shoulders bare, not even a strap of fabric was let on. Soon enough, she grew up. She could feel a pair of lumps on her shoulders.

“There they come!”

She exclaimed with joy.

“There my wings come!”

That night, she dreamed of the colours flowing from her shoulders. She was a princess and a queen draped in a prism. She was glowing white; the white melted into the crystal and rainbows spilled, soaking the earth and dyeing the heavens.

Then she woke up. Excited she was, she jumped out of her bed and looked into the mirror.

“My wings!”

But there was no wing. She turned around and looked over her shoulders. The lumps had grown bigger and studier indeed but no, there was no wing. She rubbed the pink soft protruding skin. The…