Aug 10, 2021
5 min read
The Butterfly Killer
A story about death and deliverance
We called it “The Prairie” I didn’t name it. It was just our little green space to escape into. It was only a short walk from our backyard, through the alley, and into that green space that somebody dubbed, The Prarie. It was nothing more than a small overgrown lot. It was just large enough a space to squeeze an A&P grocery store onto it in future years.
