Feb
23
2009
FICTIONS: Howie and the Fireflies
Kieran Morgan
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A child’s foot stepped hesitantly onto the quicksand, and began to sink, ever-so-slowly.
“Howie… you’re sinkin’,” a small voice piped up.
The foot spread its small toes as wide as it could, and moved just a little bit sideways, and the sinking slowed. It didn’t completely stop, but it was unhurried now, as imperceptible as one of those slow bubbles that form on the surface, taking hours to pop in a sloppy belch.
