“Odonata class: Zygoptera.” With calculated neatness twelve-year-old Clark wrote in his notebook. “Damselfly.”
The insect’s organza wings shimmered silver-blue in the late afternoon sun. It seemed to relish the unprecedented attention rather than fear it. The excited boy snapped it from every angle with his new iPhone.
“‘A+’ for sure!”
A low growl interrupted his reverie. “Get your ass home, nerd-boy, before I havta beat the crap outta ya again.”
Clark poised the iPhone like a camera in one hand while with his other he cocked the stolen gun in his pocket. He winked a swollen eye.
“Hey…Dad. Say ‘cheese.’”