The Firefly Witch
““Yeah, yeah, hold on,” I mumbled as I looked through the peephole and saw that unmistakable red hair. I undid the deadbolt and opened the door.
Tanna Woicistikoviski wore a long black dress with flared sleeves, the dark color offsetting her fire-red mane. She looked damn near panicked to death. “Hey,” I said sleepily, “what’s wrong?”
She looked at me. This was something she could only do in the summer, as the rest of the time she was blind. But on summer nights, as long as fireflies were nearby..., she could see, an ability that so far proved impossible to isolate or explain.
“Thank the Goddess you’re here,” she cried, and ran into my arms. She trembled violently and gulped down great mouthfuls of air. I was completely nonplussed; we’d been dating since the previous fall, and in all that time I’d never seen her this scared. I shut the door and guided her to my couch, where I surreptitiously nudged a pillow over the duct-taped patch.
“What is it?” I asked. “You want a Coke, or a beer, or--”MoreLess
Tanna Woicistikoviski wore a long black dress with flared sleeves, the dark color offsetting her fire-red mane. She looked damn near panicked to death. “Hey,” I said sleepily, “what’s wrong?”
She looked at me. This was something she could only do in the summer, as the rest of the time she was blind. But on summer nights, as long as fireflies were nearby..., she could see, an ability that so far proved impossible to isolate or explain.
“Thank the Goddess you’re here,” she cried, and ran into my arms. She trembled violently and gulped down great mouthfuls of air. I was completely nonplussed; we’d been dating since the previous fall, and in all that time I’d never seen her this scared. I shut the door and guided her to my couch, where I surreptitiously nudged a pillow over the duct-taped patch.
“What is it?” I asked. “You want a Coke, or a beer, or--”MoreLess
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