'Late Show' by Jon Fain

What if the lightening bugs are taking pictures of us? she asks.

We sit on the deck, watching the flicker and dance, until the beers are gone.

We have a movie in mind. Playing down at the local.

It’s an indie, so probably a love story full of snide remarks, she says.

Lazy from dinner, I’m thinking not.

What if the lightening bugs are making movies of us? I ask.

What if, whatever they’re making of us, they’re going to take and show Mark? she asks.

It’s Mark’s house, Mark’s beer, Mark’s grandmother’s dishes.

Hope he has popcorn, I say.