Chapter 3

The lightning bug landed on his index finger. Its mass blinked bright yellow-green with a hint of gold: on and off, on and off, on and off.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like me a little.”

On and off. On and off. On and off.

“Well, you’re welcome to come and visit me anytime you want. Just so you know. I’m a friendly guy, and you seem friendly. So, I guess that makes us friends.”

On and off. On an off. On and off.

“You’re beautiful. I like your illumination.”

The firefly blinked a few more times, took off from his finger, and flew to the window. Its tiny underside flashed one more time before it exited the office, as if it were saying goodbye and to have a nice night.

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17 Darr Street

Downtown Channing