Firefly
The summer of 1982 I was walking home from school along the little creek that followed the road home. It was a rural area so the fact the there was a creek between home and school was not anything special. Honestly, the town itself was relatively insignificant and you would probably never pay it any attention on a map. Along the small creek was a narrow dirt road next to a slightly wider asphalt road for cars. The leaf of the late summer trees bounced in the wind as I walked past them. In the corner of my eye, outside of my field of vision I thought I saw something in the creek sparkle. Something small and bright blue. I stopped to bend down and lean in towards the creek and didn't hear someone coming up behind me.