09. Not Weird At All

Alina POV

The trees thinned out and as we broke through the tree line, we stepped into a wide, open meadow. Through the dark, I could see the glow of the clouds reflecting off a mass of still water. There appeared to be a lake at the far side of the meadow.

The fireflies veered off to the right-hand side of the meadow and stopped. 

“What now?” I asked Josh. This was his big idea, but instead of finding the exit or shelter, we were standing out in the open, completely unguarded.

He let out a frustrated growl and lashed out, grabbing a handful of leaves in his hand and ripping them off the bush. The fireflies leapt and scattered in different directions, before coming back together and fleeing, their wings buzzing furiously. We were alone and in darkness once again