“Would you like to play?” I asked her, from over the garden wall.
She looked at me, all funny and curious.
“Ok,” She said.
I climbed over the fence, fell and crushed her mother’s flowers down below. All dirty and gross, she giggled. Her mother wasn’t happy. Together, we spent the day away blowing bubbles of soap.
I remembered thinking; I liked how they glistened with rainbows of fun.
Up they flew, up and into the sun.
Every afternoon, I would climb over, and her mother was horrified. All dirty and gross, we were inseparable from that day on.
Yesterday was our wedding, but today was the first day of our honeymoon.
We spent the days in each others’ arms.
“Would you like to play? She asked me.
I looked at her, all funny and curious.
“Okay,” I said.
We blew bubbles like children and laughed in the sun.
I remember my sister doing this the other day and the thought occurred to me, when was the last time I blew bubbles?
It’s too embarrassing, but I do admire those people that can just have fun.
Blowing bubbles, and watching them fly. I could lose myself in a life like that.
Explore your Fiction.
Love your Reality.