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Meira Pentermann

Firefly Beach Excerpt


     In a clearing, somewhere between the edge of the forest and a jagged cliff, a lone firefly danced in graceful circles. It was beautiful, stealing attention away from the moonlight shimmering on Penobscot Bay. For a brief moment, the captivating creature was more hypnotic than the wispy clouds that brushed the face of the moon.
     There was something highly unusual about that firefly. Beth couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She had only seen fireflies once before, when she went camping with the Girl Scouts. She vaguely recalled their random flashing in the woods and how magical they seemed to her as a ten-year-old. She remembered dozens of fireflies, blinking sporadically, flittering about as if they were at a cocktail party, all vying for center stage, and all talking at once.
     She looked out at the peculiar glowing insect and realized that there was definitely something different about that firefly.
     It did not blink. . . and it was all alone.