Cheryl sits on her porch, waiting. She knows that when she sees the first lightning bug, glowing as it rises from the grass, summer will have truly arrived.

Her paranoid neighbor says they won’t come anymore—climate change.

Cheryl isn’t a believer. She shivers in the cold August night, waiting.

Candace Kubinec posts her stories at storydribbles.wordpress.com and her poetry at rhymeswithbug.com.