An Echo In Her Mind
Fireflies, like tiny beacons of flame, light her way. They are mere specks, tiny bullets lit up in phosphorescent colours on an x-ray against a gel black background. They dance under her watchful gaze.
She takes a tentative step forwards and then pauses. She watches for their reaction.
They glow back at her. They twinkle.
She takes another step.
The fireflies continue to shine.
An echo in her mind.
"How are you feeling?"
She searches the room with her eyes.
No fireflies are anywhere to be seen.
"The light's gone."