Past Bedtime
“When will it start?” Marcus whined as a mosquito bit him, leaving an itchy red welt behind. It seemed like they’d been waiting forever already. “Not long,” Mom said. He lay back on the quilt with a huff and watched the purple sky. The more he stared, the darker it got until it was nearly blue black with a winky-blinky star and a big round moon. Then he saw it. A tiny flash of light, then another, and another. He…