Butterfly

Diane was first in line at the traffic lights. She sat in her small silver sedan looking intently ahead at the red light blocking her way, waiting impatiently for it to turn green so she could continue her journey home. I thought ‘home’ was where the ‘heart’ is she mused. Not anymore! Her mind reacted to her current place of abode. That was all it took to unleash the spate of tears she’d been hol…