Just the thing for a 101 WORD STORY...
He had wings, I did not. Wait for me, he said, so I did. Up a stem then down again, every night for a week. It was a hot mid-summer, no rain, no excuses, but he didn't come. I glowed with rage. Then I shone with embarrassment. I told myself he didn't matter, that there were plenty more bugs in the air - and lit the sky with my mournful radiance.
Which, it turned out, did the trick.
A multiple birth! Glow now, they say, but I cannot. It will be the death of me, I say, and know I am right..