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Nutty the Slightly Unstable Dwarf |
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Bubbles
A drabble
By Gumnut
17 Jan 2004
The lone bubble drifted lazily in the wind, colours swirling across its
hardly existing surface, teased by the breeze.
His eyes followed it across the empty park, imagining.
The sound of children playing.
The swift, sharp scent of burning steak, the sizzle and steam of the meat being turned over.
The deep laughter of the men, echoing his latest bad joke.
Beer in hand, its smooth bitter taste on his tongue.
Sun on grass, warm in his nostrils.
The sound of children playing.
She reached out and handed him a coffee, a smile in her eyes.
He smiled back.
“Sir?”
The bubble popped.
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FIN.
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