By Tom Hadrava
I’ll always remember the very first bubble; I held an apple in front of the bubble blower and blew a bubble around it. The bubble enveloped the fruit, floating with it; it swerved to one side, carried by the breeze: an unseen touch guiding it to someone’s hands.
Next, I sent a pen; a pin; reading glasses; tissue; a teabag; necessities: pieces of myself.
I never see them again but I know—somehow—they reach their destinations.
The mystery remains though: who sent the bubble blower itself? Arriving on my windowsill, it tapped against the glass, floating in a shimmering bubble.
Magical.
I like this–the sense of mystery and wonder. Well done.
A very nice bit of surrealism and sheer fantasy. This is a GOOD one!
Maybe the ghost of Lawrence Welk sent the bubble blower.
I found reading that calmed me. I suppose it was imagining the objects being encased in their bubbles and then floating off. Great piece.
Yes, totally surreal, as B W stated. I felt like I was in a moving painting. I will be reading your story multiple times for sheer pleasure.
What a wonderful story, thank you for sharing it!
Thanks everyone for all the kind words and support! I will definitely send some more bubbles your way…:)
Tom, I saw your piece today at Daily SciFi. Brilliant work! Are you on Facebook or Twitter? You’ve got a fan, here, and I want to keep an eye out for your work.
Dear Lara! How lovely! Unfortunately, I don´t use any of the social media you mentioned…I am sorry. But thank you for your support. I will let you know about any news. Of Waves And Men, here at 101 words, is my most recent piece. Enjoy!