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Word Prompt: Bubbles

(This prompt inspired me to pen a character introduction, which I may possibly explore further in a short children’s story. 🙂 )

When Mollie Hayes was eight years old, she was obsessed with the bubbles which sprayed from an air pump in her fish aquarium and floated through the water until they reached the top and disappeared. She wondered where they went. Were those round pockets of air only visible within the water? Did they retain their shape and become invisible when they surfaced? These were the questions she asked herself when she sat on her bed and gazed at the tiny bubbles expanding around the fish, whose puckered lips blew bubbles of their own. Where did the fish get their air? Did they huff it from the pump like the clowns who sucked helium from balloons and rambled in squeaky voices to crowds of children at the park? Did fish have squeaky voices? Did the clowns blow invisible helium bubbles when they talked?

Mollie thought more about this in the bathtub where she dumped her mother’s dish soap in the running water to make the biggest mountains of pearly bubbles. Mollie liked to experiment with the different soaps in the house to see which made the longest-lasting bubbles. Shampoo was pitiful. Her big sister’s fancy bath gel had lackluster results. So far, Mom’s dish soap was the winner, although Mollie wouldn’t admit that to her mother because she might make her do the dishes more often.

In the afternoons, Mollie liked to sit on the back porch and blow soap bubbles from a bottle of stinky liquid. She loved watching the bubbles grow, drift across the back yard, and ascend toward the clouds; she gasped whenever one popped and died before it reached its prime.

She pondered what it would be like to float in a bubble across the sky. Or better yet, live in a bubble! Her sister told her about a boy who lived in a bubble. Hollywood made a movie about him. Mollie’s mother refused to rent it because the idea of a child living in a bubble made her sad. Mollie didn’t understand her mother’s emotions. Living in a bubble sounded so cool!

Mollie decided that would be the first movie she’d watch when she was “old enough.” There were a lot of movies she couldn’t watch until she was “old enough.” As soon as she was old, she was going to see them all. And she wouldn’t hide behind the couch for the scary parts like her older sister. No, she would be brave and face the gruesome scenes and creepy music which she heard from her room when she was supposed to be asleep.

She was usually watching the bubbles float under the fluorescent blue light in her aquarium. When she had trouble falling asleep, she counted bubbles. Sometimes she counted all the way to one hundred before dreams carried her to faraway lands…in her own private bubble. Where it took her was always a mystery until the next morning when her mother nudged her awake because it was time to get ready for school. As Mollie brushed her teeth, she’d remember her grand journeys through the night to kingdoms where everyone appreciated her love for bubbles and wish for the day when she could live there for real.

– Written by Miss A


About 365 Things to Write About

I'm inspired by almost anything and everything creative - nature, architecture, art, words, music...I like to roam along streets, through foreign countries, and within my mind where the world is full of endless possibilities. I dream of being an idealist, but I've experienced too many harsh realities for that wish to ever be true. Therefore, I look for the hope and the good in small nuances, and I express my thoughts and feelings about the world around me on pages and canvases whenever I can.

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