Bubble Line
The sound of fizzing filled the air louder than the children playing in the park. My eyes where brimming taking in the wondrous things seeping into existence, twelve dollars per bubble, the first of their kind, the bubbles that sprang into existence full but never fell they just hover waiting. You would think that poking a needle sharp straw would pop it and yet defying physics, raising my birthday to new heights of wonder, its existence refused to burst. The taste was something of which the guardians would have died for. Within the next moment my bubble popped. Breaking my eyes open through its fizzing sting, everything was a blur. The unfamiliar thudding shaking the earth in a rhythmic pattern, it could almost be called relaxing if it hadn't also been making my body jump with ring of the thudding drum. The enormous boots, coming towards me, looked like something I should remember even through my frightened awe. The silence was deafening; the towering giant was left in ...
