Last May I saw a firefly.

That’s great, you might say. Last month I took a shit and drank a cold coffee. It was last May, who cares?

I had never seen a firefly before. And I’ve never seen one since. You don’t get them round these parts. And I was. Round these parts, I mean.

What was she doing there? I’ve wondered ever since. Maybe she was on a language exchange from South America. Unlikely, unless her parents had very good jobs and she went to a very good school. Which I suppose could have been true. Maybe she got lost and flew into a shipping container? She would have died, almost certainly. Unless the shipping container was carrying bananas or other food products. And maybe she would have had other flies for company.

Maybe I’m being an idiot. Maybe it wasn’t a firefly at all. It was probably just a bluebottle, using the torch on his phone to look for his keys.