I stopped on the path, twenty feet from the cabin. He kept going until he realized I wasn't walking any more. "What?" he asked, not understanding why I'd stopped. "Shhh..."
I had never seen fireflies before. Back home, the streets were too filled with taillights and traffic gunning by to let the little things flicker and dance.
I counted their flashes, trying to find a message, but nothing came out.
"They're searching for their mates," he told me, and kept walking away.
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