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Childhood (flash fiction

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Childhood

by nez covington

Party outside, damp summer night, strands of lights and fuming outdoor ovens releasing smoke into dark woods. Kids run, barefoot and screaming, untamed, across a clearing; catch fireflies, watch them crawl, flashing urgently inside sweaty, clenched fists. I stand at mama’s side, muffin crumbs on puckered mouth, staring at the ground. I watch another child squash a firefly between two fingers, and start to cry.

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