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Day of the Butterflies [MultiFormat]
eBook by Marion Zimmer Bradley
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eBook Category: Fantasy/Science Fiction
eBook Description: Is reality truly what we think it is, or is it something we made up?
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: DAW Science Fiction Reader, 1976
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2005
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [36 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [77 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [14 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [232 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [74 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [85 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [105 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [91 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [12 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [66 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [24 KB]
Words: 4226
Reading time: 12-16 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Diana was a city girl, had always been a city girl and liked it that way. She came through the revolving doors at half-past-five, pulling kid groves over her hands. The soft kid insulated her hands from the rough touch of wall and door, as her stilt heels tapping in bright rhythm insulated her feet from the hard and filthy concrete pavement. Her eyes burned with the smog, but to her senses it was fresh air, a normal sunshiny day in the city. She bought a paper from a street vendor without looking at him or it, and turned for the brisk three-block walk to the subway which was her daily constitutional. And then--what happened exactly? She never knew. There was a tiny queer lurch as if the sidewalk had shifted very slightly either this way or that, and...
* * * *...the sun was golden and honeywarm and the green light filtered through a soft leaf canopy, lying like silk on her bare shoulders. Soft-scented wind rustled grass and caressed her bare feet, and suddenly she was dancing, a joyous ecstatic whirl of dance, in a cloud of crimson and yellow butterflies, circling like sparks around the tossing strands of her hair. She flung out her hands to trap them, pressed cold turgid grass blades underfoot, the chilly scent of hyacinths refreshed her nose, and as the butterflies flowed away from her fingertips she was... * * * *...slipping down the first step of the subway, so violently that she turned her foot over hard and had to grab at the railing. A fat garlic-smelling woman shoved by, muttering "Whynya look whereya going?" Diana shut her eyes, opened them again with a sort of shudder. The sooty light of the subway struck her with almost a physical pain; it's very strange, she thought with confused detachment, that I never realized before quite how ugly a subway staircase is, how grimy and dark ... and then the jolt, delayed, hit her.
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