Butterflies

D. Cairns D.

Description

Like the metamorphosis of the butterfly, the spirit too has to grow by obtaining knowledge. Some say we change our personal characteristics by the path that we have chosen in life. The personality of a young man has been determined through social interaction, while he has been unwittingly embarking upon a journey seeking for something he already has. This life journey takes him to see many cultures in order for him to understand and experience the real extremities of life. He forms relationships, and through these relationships he discovers the diversity of human thought, and so, with this, personality change. This short story, Butterflies, therefore seeks to question the boundaries of social thought alongside our own individual determination. True we all have our own individual personalities, and look and search for things that are arguably beneficial toward our own ends, but are there other forces at work? This short story enables the reader to follow this journey, and see him question his own individual ethic regarding the knowledge he is now acquiring, through the help of quotations from acclaimed writers.

Sujets

• Assertiveness
• Mind
• Body

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 16 décembre 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780722345870
• Langue: English

Extrait

Title Page
Butterflies
D. D. Cairns



Publisher Information
Published in 2015 by
Arthur H. Stockwell Ltd
Torrs Park, Ilfracombe
Devon, EX34 8BA
www.ahstockwell.co.uk
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
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Copyright © 2015 D. D. Cairns
The right of D. D. Cairns to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental



Dedication
Noleen



1
“Another great Irish saying goes thus,” joked Pat, holding both hands clenched tightly together upon his chest, his mock thespian stance creating giggles from the audience which sat directly below him upon the sofa. “What are the two things Irish people will always spend their money on?” enquired Pat, now pulling on his jacket and wriggling his arms forcefully into its sleeves.
The three sets of wide wondrous eyes sat staring wistfully, while waiting for the one-liner that was sure to follow.
“Well, their shoes and their beds, because when they’re not in their shoes their in they’re beds!” chuckled Pat, now shuffling his feet and finishing off his act in a Bruce Forsyth flurry.
Well, after receiving a chorus of grunts and groans from his audience, Pat began to grabble, searching for his keys, all the time giggling and snorting to himself regarding the reflection of the faces that he had just seen snarling at him from the edge of the sofa.
“Now that’s not wit, that’s just plain stupidity!” moaned Tracey, her head now thrown backwards, her eyes ceiling-bound, a cushion cramped firmly between her thighs, then throwing it hard at her father as he re-entered the living room.
“I preferred the other one, Pat. It’s just ten minutes down the road, and do ya fancy a pint?” remarked Darren, smiling, but not really fully understanding the cultural idiom, just wanting to badger one of the girls with crossed silly eyes.
“Ten o’clock bed tonight and no later, girls. And, Darren, don’t take any nonsense from these two, and if they give any trouble let me know as soon as I return from the club,” ordered Bridget firmly. Then she popped her head around the door of the living room, to wave a finger at the mischievous duo.