As children, we used to catch fireflies and put them in jars, and watch them in darkened rooms. After realizing they tended to die if we left them overnight, we began letting them go after enjoying the blinking lightening bugs. It was a childhood pleasure. I do understand Mort’s perspective, especially as I’ve gotten older. I love the image at the end of this story, the fireflies being impossible to contain. :)
Back home in New York, our house was surrounded by rolling fields with woods off in the distance. At night, during the warmer months of the year, they used to light up with fireflies. I'm channeling those memories in this story!
As children, we used to catch fireflies and put them in jars, and watch them in darkened rooms. After realizing they tended to die if we left them overnight, we began letting them go after enjoying the blinking lightening bugs. It was a childhood pleasure. I do understand Mort’s perspective, especially as I’ve gotten older. I love the image at the end of this story, the fireflies being impossible to contain. :)
Back home in New York, our house was surrounded by rolling fields with woods off in the distance. At night, during the warmer months of the year, they used to light up with fireflies. I'm channeling those memories in this story!
We love Mort!
I like him, too, but he sure goes through a lot in his story. Maybe one day I'll share it!