Have all your clocks stopped?

Spending so many days, months, years
wishing away the scars, emptiness, solitude;
she never thought the day would come…

A day when the puzzle fit together perfectly.
No stray pieces anywhere.
Time stood still in that moment,
and that was okay.

Finally.

***

Advertisements

“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.