A story, in a new style
She stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the fireflies flashing their lights, like small matches burning off their tips, in their small lives waiting for the end.
The moon moved behind a cloud.
She stood, wind blowing in gusts, swirling dust around her feet.
A hand grips her shoulder. Her back stiffens. Fear seizes her body. Darkness closes in on her.
A simple push.
A dark figure falling into the gorge.
Then the fireflies gather around, and all is silent again.