A/N: Written for a Flash Fiction Competition on deviantART, and the first round's challenge: 100 words exactly. That limit! It was the hardest thing I ever had to create. But this is my entry, a father/son flashback. Inspired by the Breathing Theory song of the same name.
FIREFLIES
"Ah! Little lights!"
He followed his young son's gaze through the twilight dim, looking into the wet grasses beyond the airport. "Fireflies," he stated, ever the pragmatic scientist.
"But... why are they disappearing?"
"They'll come back. Follow one closely, watch the path it takes. See?"
"It's like what you do, Papá?"
"Not exactly. They are not teleporting."
He held out his hand, a sign of impatience, waiting on the child to take heed and follow him along. But his junior stared at the drifting beetles, deep in thought.
"Sad," he finally mused. "What if they don't come back?" Like you.
End
