A Little Piece of Heaven — Un trocito de cielo

Francisco Martínez
2 min readFeb 1

The dung beetle went out for a walk like every afternoon. Her friend the firefly, like every afternoon, awaited him to accompany him and enjoy his amazing talks and his charming appeal. They were happy walks. The beetle was appreciating the company of the firerly, her discreet comments and above all her extraordinary tact in contributing to the inner peace of his soul. No one knows, but the souls of dung beetles are slightly afflicted with a sick melancholy that only blue fireflies know how to combat. For some strange mystery, during those unforgettable walks. time stopped…