Look, that’s a yellow and black- backed butterfly and it’s about to settle on that really pretty pink flower now!
Hmm, that’s nice, dear, but can you keep it down a bit? I just have about ten more pages to finish.
Lila’s face dropped as she watched the butterfly first and then her mom, who never looked up from the engrossing novel clasped in her hands.
Pages of Lila’s childhood flipped by in fleeting memories as she watched the entire sequence in flashback.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction's Prompt: Pages