“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?”

Squishy, chewy, snappy, sweet gum that mama chews and blows big bubbles with as big as her face before…

POP!

“Again,” I tell her.

 She smiles, chews, and a pink bubble grows and grows until…

POP!

 One day it’ll be my turn.

**


42 word story inspired by YeahWrite GargleBlaster #158.

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One thought on ““Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?”

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    I felt like Gio and Jacob were standing there with her, asking both of us to “BLOW”.
    Their jaws work overtime, their tongues sticking through the paste like gum they chewed to within an inch of its sad life, but not strong enough to push through. Yet. 😉

    “One day it’ll be my turn” ..what a great ending line!

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