Written for and cross-posted to
31_days.
YOU SHIMMER LIKE WORDS I BARELY HEAR.
Cardcaptor Sakura copyright CLAMP.
They catch fireflies in a tiny bell jar near the lake. The crickets chirping, the globed lanterns swinging. All the fireflies flutter around anxiously, enclosed within the terrifying glass space, like the arrhythmic beating of an arresting heart. Two girls look at each other over the heat of the lights. White-warm fingers let loose the lid again. A moment's pause. Hushed laughter fills the air. Watch as the struggling fireflies continue to escape into the night air, one by one (--by one). The grass is damp from midnight dew. Tomoyo brushes the remaining glowing lights from Sakura's chestnut hair and whispers something soft into the folds of her kimono. It is warm here. Sakura does not reply.
END.