
Hey Kid
Nov 7 · 5 min read
You will never forget the smell of fireflies trapped in a mayonnaise jar with holes poked through the top so they could breathe but not escape. After you captured them, you supplied them with twigs and grass so they could live in their own private Hellman’s. Their bellies blinked slowly, illuminating the yellow book spines on the bedroom bookshelf until they surprised you by dying. By morning, they were still and their bellies no longer blinked off. It was worse. They…

