“It’s just fireflies,” Allen says.
“I think it’s flashlights,” says Sidney.
“Are you sure? It looks more like candles to me.” I say.
“Why would there be candles in the middle of the woods?” Allen asks.
I shrug. “Should we go see what it is?”
Sidney and Allen share a look. “No.”
“Come on,” I say. “All the grass is dry over here. There might be something nice to eat over there.”
They sigh and frown....
