The morpho had landed on his
pommel. Wings spread in a wide circle, it swayed back and forth with the machete’s
momentum. Roger reached out a hand and started to call Hannah’s attention.
Faster than he could see, the morpho disappeared. He blinked again, then looked
around. Surely he had somehow missed its launch into the air. It has to be over
twelve inches across. It couldn’t have truly disappeared. He looked up to call Hannah
anyway, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the brilliant blue wings
unfold like a circular fan until they spread atop the pommel of his machete
again.
He had thought iris referred to their color. Now he saw it was the movement of the wings. They opened like a camera lens – the iris of an eye. But how had it disappeared before? He cautiously reached a finger toward it, and this time he barely caught the snap of the wings as they folded together into a nearly invisible line across the top of the pommel. Roger pulled back his hand and slowly knelt. When his eyes reached level with the pommel, he could see the faintest trace of the morpho’s thin line. How were they hiding? Roger stood, frowning. He couldn’t see it from above, and he couldn’t see it from the side. Where was the creature’s mass disappearing?
Roger looked up to see Hannah
waving to him impatiently. He pointed to his machete and lowered his pack to
the ground. He was afraid the morpho would fly away if he shouted aloud and
generated heat waves. She better get a clue and walk back toward him. She had
the camera gear in her pack.
Dogs in house
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Houdini
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Time writing:
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20 minutes
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July word
count:
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8,121
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