Fireflies, those Femme Fatales
by Christopher Stieha
Long flash. Six second pause. Long flash. Two second pause. Flash. Six second pause. Long flash. Two second pause. Flash.
Darkness was settling over the meadow, punctuated by short flashes of light. Some came from the meadow, while other flashes responded from the edge of the forest. Adam and Amy sat on the blanket, watching the call and response between the fireflies. As it grew darker, the flashes of light became more numerous.
"It's beautiful how the fireflies talk to one another, how they try to find each other in the darkness," Amy said. "Saying I'm here, where are you? I'm here, come find me."
"Yeah, and each species has its own language, its own call and response," Adam replied.
"It's a quiet romance, those small flashes of light until they find one another." Amy poked at Adam. "Nothing like us."
"But he has to be careful. There's this other species that could respond, where she pretends to be interested in him. She beckons him to come closer, closer, but when he finds her, she eats him." Adam grabbed Amy and pulled her closer to him.
