DAD SAYS, AND SNAPS A picture on his cell. May and I stand out in the driveway, waiting for Panda and Richard to show up. She rubs at the goose bumps on her arms. It’s early October, and the weather is finally beginning to turn. I pull my shawl over my shoulders to cover my arms. The only dress I had in the closet is one I apparently bought with Kylie over the summer. It’s backless, red, with a long slit. Even though the figures are fading, they are still easily visible on my back. I pull the shawl closer to cover them. “Do you have to wear the pin on your homecoming dress?” “I don’t have to,” I say, and reposition it so it’s easily seen on my chest. “I want Taft to see it.” The trees and greenery are basically blinking lights in the coming twilight, because of the fireflies coating the trunks and branches. When we check out Dad’s digital pic, there are hundreds blinking in the background of the picture. “You should just drop the shawl,” Mom says, coming out of the house.
What do You think about A Season For Fireflies (2016)?
