Thursday, December 27, 2012
Thursday Tales: Fireflies
Dusk passed into night. The trees blocked out the sky, so there were no stars, no moon, no light.
No light save for the sparks from my jar. The light started and stopped, flashes of illumination that threw shadows in the woods. Shadows that made you see apparitions that may or may not be there. They fed the fears that lay in your heart.
I really couldn't walk any further. It was to the point now that I was just dragging my feet along with me, stumbling through my need to rest. Just for one minute.
Not one step more could I go. I set the jar down in the middle of the path and laid down beside it, my head cradled in my arms as I stared into the jar's depths. The lights spun around the inside, mesmerizing in the darkness.
I counted the fireflies. One. Two. Three. Six. Ten. Ten fireflies. Ten wishes. I closed my eyes and thought of the things I might wish for on this dark night.
Some said it was foolish to make wishes, dreams with no firmer foundation than a bit of superstition.
But, when you've lost everything, sometimes wishes and superstitions are the only things you have left. The only hope you have left.
And so I wished with all my heart.