First the light in the sky was no bigger than the moon, then it seemed larger, infinitely larger, and the whole grove trembled and quivered and every creature held its breath and the fireflies glowed brighter than they had ever glowed in their lives, each one convinced that this at last was love, but to no avail...
And then -
There was a cracking sound, sharp as a shot, and the light that had filled the grove was gone.
Or almost gone. There was a dim glow pulsing from the middle of the hazel thicket, as if a tiny cloud of stars were glimmering there.
And then there was a voice, a high clear, female voice, which said, "Ow," and then, very quietly, it said "Fuck," and then it said "Ow," once more.
And then it said nothing at all, and there was silence in the glade.
Sist sett
