The Lighting Bug

We grab the jars and run outside. It’s time. Mum grabs a jacket for Eddy and wraps her sweater tighter around herself. Eddy refuses to put the jacket on but mum throws it on him with a giggle and a tousle of her hair. I bounce around as the cool air flounces through my jacket. We sat impatiently, waiting, waiting, waiting, I see one, then another, suddenly there are hundreds littering the nighttime sky.