A little girl and her mother were leaning over the railing that kept people falling of the cliff that led to the sea. The little girl, with long, fire-red hair breathed a deep breath of salty air. » "Look, Mommy!" she cried. " It's a firefly!" It was. A tiny bug crawled along the rail, flashing every few seconds. Another one joined it, and then another. » "I know how to get more to come," the woman said mischievously. Her grin almost seemed to spread to her ears. » "How? A flashlight?" In answer, the woman opened her hand, palm up, and rested it on the rail. » "Watch," she said. A warm glow appeared in the middle of her palm, blinked once, and dimmed. The child's mouth fell open with surprise. It happened again, this time brighter. A firefly joined the original three, thinking it was them that signaled him. Once more, her palm flashed, two times now. Four more fireflies came, and flew around the source of the light, blinking back. A series of flashing lights exploded from the palm, and everywhere, it seemed that thousands of fireflies materialized out of nowhere. They swarmed around the woman and child, and twisted, turned, and flashed to an unseen rhythm. "Wow!" the child exclaimed. She caught one in her hand and threw it up in the air. It immediately dashed back into the group of dancing bugs. After a while, the lights ceased from the woman's palm. The fireflies stopped their swaying, and left, a group of three or four at a time. After only five remained, the child looked up hopefully at her mother. "Can you teach me how to do that?" The mother smiled sweetly, and for a moment, a look of sadness swept over her eyes. "Maybe next time, Kat. Lets go home." She picked the child up, placed her on her back, and gave her a piggyback ride. The child fell asleep, softly snoring, dreaming about the time when she too, would be able to make fireflies dance with her mother. A time, that would never come.