A Bible in My Back Pocket

Pop!

The firecracker flickers high above our heads and Dave reaches in his pocket for another, waving at me dismissively with his free hand.

"Oh hush, they don't have souls like us," he says.

He lights another, squatting to propel himself upward with greater force and hurls it into the night sky where it explodes. In the flashpan dazzle we watch the bats go crazy, plummeting through the air, blind.

Dave laughs, and there was something I forgot to say.