Effervescence came rushing past her, airy and prismatic.
Martina stopped short on the park sidewalk, uncertain whether she had even seen the bubble. She was just about to give up and continue on her way when another of the delicate spheres drifted past.
Silly little things, Martina thought to herself. She looked in the direction from which it had come, over a low, grassy hill. As she did, she saw several more bubbles drift over the top of the hill, though they popped before reaching. Silly old woman. She left the path and began climbing the small slope.
Over and down into a small cluster of trees. Bubbles were thick there, radiant with captured sunset and reflected green. She descended,. The bubbles rushed to meet her, then burst like kisses on her hand, like tears on her cheek, like whispered wishes.
She had stumbled out of the cloud of bubbles beside a young woman who had her same eyes.
Martina smiled. “I thought I’d find you if I just followed the—”
The bubble burst.
“Oh, but you’re . . . does that mean I’m . . . ?”
A somber nod. “I’m sorry.”
“No, darling,” Martina answered, eyes glistening with captured sunset, “I’m ready.”
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Story by Gregory M. Fox