(100-word flash fiction)
She put the last firefly into the jar and closed the lid.
Twilight had quickly turned into night in the woods. Holding
the jar up to let the glowing light from her captives guide her she pushed
forwards.
Light glowed from windows in the distance. Soon, she would
be home.
That’s when she saw it. A huge firefly, meandering lazily to
her right.
“Ah! The prize catch,” she thought as she stepped towards
it.
Her hand closed in on a cold metal object on the other side
of which was a sneering face.
“What have you got there, little girl?”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.
