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 place of the cacophony of sound. The giant must of come out of the fairy tales my mom tells me, at bed time. it looks like the pretty picture my mom painted of my father so long ago. My joy was escaping all bounds as my father, hero of the guardians now freed had returned from duty ON MY BIRTHDAY!

My hero standing in front of me ordered me another bubble, sipping what I had waited four weeks. He smiled and breaking his standing silence spoke, " I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean to pop your bubble, except I never seen anything like it. Would it be OK if I sleep at your house tonight, so long if it’s all right with your mom, plus, makes a great dinner your mom. "

 I looked at my mom my eyes as big as the moon and as radiant as the sun. What followed was the Best of Birthdays. Mom made cake and dad told stories, ..... it was the best of birthdays.