Lightning in the Garden - Part 1 of 2A Story by Paris HladLightning
in the Garden
The Thoughts of an
Elevated Firefly
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Not
too many fireflies are like lightning … But I am.
Ever
since the star-studded spectacle of my nationally-televised circumcision,
people have been amazed by how quickly I can get from one place to another. But
hey, sometimes great things get off to a super-nutty start - And anyway, it all
really goes back to my days as a show bug and a nighttime illusion called “The
Lightning.” You see, what happened in that stunt was that I would be up in the
air, stage right, making this very showy light display, while my twin brother
Abel waited, stage left, with his lights off. Not a soul could see him. Then
I’d turn up the glow juice and
strike this exaggerated action pose that suggested I was about to rush over to
that part of the Garden where Abel was, sort of floating around unseen in the
darkness.
Suddenly,
I’d kill my lights, and Abel’s would go on, Creating
the illusion that I could fly like lightning.
It
was a gigantic crowd-pleaser Because
it involved the miraculous.
That
was its magic!
All
Abel and I did was look alike And
wear matching costumes.
Still,
the mind sees what it wants to see, Maybe
what the mind must see "
Because
most realities are pretty uninspiring,
If
not existential downers.
But
here's the thing. I could do The Lightning … alone. I'm that fast. Or maybe I
should say I was that fast because I’m even faster now. I’m pretty sure
I got picked off by this crazy-looking flycatcher a while back and I’ve been
going through a bunch of major changes. I’m not complaining because this lady
everyone calls the Gardener seems to have adopted me or something and really
appreciates the bug I am. She may even love me, and the truth is, I'd do
anything for her. I guess I’ve become something like her pet because she likes me
to follow her around everywhere and occasionally asks me to recreate some of
the tricks I used to do. She's the best fan a show bug could ever have: The
kind of girl that makes you feel good about yourself, even when you’re not on
stage or maybe doing some shtick that no one seems to like.
Anyway,
my name is Simon, and I have something to say about this unexpected love affair
between Andre De Foi and Garden butterfly Myrina Gabrielle. I’m supposed to be
this colorful bridge between the stuff Andre has already said and the events
that will come a little later. But before I get into that, it might interest
you to know a very odd thing I learned while performing The Lightning years
ago: The audience always preferred The Lightning when I did it with my brother.
When I did it alone, I always got mixed reviews; maybe because it was a little
too fast or because the audience preferred being dazzled to seeing the actual
thing. But the solo performance never really caught on, so we had to drop it
from our repertoire.
Maybe
the first thing you should know is that almost no one takes Andre that
seriously, and yet, the Gardener seems to love him. She played a big part in
his escape from the hive and his first encounter with Myrina. Truth is, the
lady's a sucker for a crazy arthropod like him and occasionally asks me to get
updates on his activities. She gets a real bang out of my reports and always
says things like, "Well, Andre has a good heart" and "Oh, dear,
what will that bee do next! In fact, I'd have to say that the Gardener seems to
be as interested in Andre as she is in me, and she even seems to admire his
efforts to forge a more intriguing persona.
But look, Andre is like the biggest dreamer in the world, and he can
really set himself up for an emotional catastrophe. When he wants something to
be true, he begins to think that it is true. His life is like a
storybook with a bunch of different ways it can go, but he thinks he’s already
figured out the ending, even though he’s only read a few pages. So, all the whatnot
that comes later gets interpreted according to what he originally wanted to
happen. Because of that, he’s rarely on the same page with physical reality. © 2023 Paris Hlad |
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Added on February 10, 2023 Last Updated on February 10, 2023 AuthorParis HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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