Sunday, March 18, 2018

Water

Black Kite

Bubble, bubble, water, water. The bubbly drip drip sound around her made her close her eyes. The armchair had been placed in the middle of the pond just where the water was shallow enough. She looked around and saw no one. Bubble, bubble, drip drip, water, water. No rain, no fountain, just the drip drip sound of something bubbling inside her. And the water glittered with hesitations and dreams, none of hers, of course. She was very practical. She just sat there, in the middle of that pond, where the water was shallow enough, and dripped dripped her soul away.

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