A short story using the words ‘Firefly’ and ‘Alert’
The tinny radio crackled into life. A male voice asked ‘Firefly, are you there?
She flicked the switch ‘Yes, Falcon, Firefly here’.
‘You are good to go’.
‘Thank you. Over.’
‘Good luck. Over and out.’
Firefly switched off the radio and turned to the seven expectant faces, 4 adults and 3 children. ‘Follow me’ she said.
The group walked from the blackened cellar of the bombed house up into the garden.
Firefly paused, her hand up to the group, as she quickly scanned the lane both ways.
‘Come, now’ she ordered, taking them up into the bluebell wood beyond. As they reached cover, a truck came down the road, noisily changing gear as it reached their hiding place. The little girl looked at Firefly, her eyes large with fear. Firefly quickly squeezed her shoulder in reassurance.
She didn’t realise she was holding her breath until the old truck rumbled past. ‘A farmer, not soldiers’ she thought gratefully.
She guided them onwards across the fields, sticking close to the hedges until they reached a farmhouse. A green tractor was parked there, a sign that all was well.
As they reached the tractor, the farmhouse door opened and man stood there, a rifle slung across his body. Firefly felt the woman next to her start to tremble.
‘Quick,’ the man called out in a low voice, ‘Come ‘ waving his arm ushering them in.
Once the group was inside, he came to Firefly still standing next to the tractor. ‘Well done, again, Firefly, but be alert, won’t you?’
She nodded and gave her lover a brief kiss before departing back the way she had come.
Mary Bishop 
Hi Mary
I tried to leave a comment but didn’t want to add my contact details – I said, Great Story and beautifully written’!
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