Dragon Fly
by Kitch22 | Score: 1800
Rain fell gently of the surface of the swamp as Michael Mosquito hung upside down on a blade of a cattail. The drops seemed huge to him, and the knowledge of what they could do to his wings was inherent in his very being. Adjacent to the swamp, a forest of pine trees climbed a hill, each tress precariously clinging to the sparse topsoil of the Canadian Shield.
A pinecone floated in the water below him, and as he watched a perfect being hovered and finally settled on one of its sharply curved edges. The dragonfly glanced up at Michael and seemed to dismiss him. The rain tapered off and Michael considered approaching the luminescent flying wonder.
Its gossamer wings sparkled as sunlight broke through the clouds. Michael whispered "I love you" as the dragonfly took flight.
Daphne sped forward in a blur, out of sight for a moment before appearing beside the leaf.