Enough about all that...I'll have a proper post on it shortly (or sometime anyway). Right now I'll let you read my 100 word Tuesday Tales entry with the secret word: Firefly and the following picture as the prompts:
How am I not bleeding? My hands grope futilely for any sign of the transformation – a cut, a bruise, a scar. I’m whole and more. I peer into the darkness. The vile lies forlorn in the dirt, the last drops staining the ground. I quickly scoop the mud into the vile and cover the spot. A light flashes in the darkness. It’s blinding. I cover my eyes and move toward it. Another flash. I reach out and catch the firefly, marveling at the intensity of the light, or, more accurately, the acuteness of my sight. What have I become?