His side of the bed had been empty for weeks but that night I slept deeply. Wrapped safely in the heat of his body, I dreamt the dreams of home, of family and balance restored. Awoken softly by his breath on my cheek, or a chance moment of mutual cognizance I heard him murmur “look up, Sweetheart”. A lingering dot of floating light appeared in the darkness above us, gracefully dancing, vanishing, reappearing. “I brought you a firefly”.
About the Author
S. Scott is from Balm Beach, Ontario, and is currently studying Environmental Governance at the University of Guelph. Recently, she has had several pieces of creative non-fiction published, including ‘Nuts to You. Or Not’ in the Globe and Mail.