It was a sunny, hot day with humidity upwards of 95%, hot flashes were having hot flashes and even people too young for hot flashes were out of their cars, walking through six-lane intersections selling bottles of water. When she pulled into the mall she prayed, “God help me not punch someone.”
Halfway down the mall she asked, “Is that a bubble you are wearing?” It was true. The heat had melted everyone’s body. Now, she was nothing more than a bubble…
And it wasn’t just her, everyone had morphed into clear, entirely see-thru bubbles accessorized with shopping bags and sunglasses. Bubbles walked close to one another so they could press up against one another, peer inside and come to know each other. She squeezed her liquid self close to the bubble next to her and instantly was back in junior high remembering that stupid boy who instead of kissing her with his lips tried to use his tongue.
The rubbery bubble of another pressed through her and in the pressing she knew the other bubble. How could this bubble be cold when the air around them was set to broil? Inside the bubble she saw an ICU unit complete with medics and oxygen tanks..Who would have known cold was a mask for death and disease? Peeling herself away from this decaying bubble she entered the discount boutique in search of the thing she hoped to find before she punched someone.
Just inside the door, a chic little bubble with a designer shopping bag and couture sunglasses pressed up against her. Suddenly she saw green and was filled with greed as her new bubble friend channeled within her. With a gasp, she withdrew from the chic bubble’s grip and ran out of the shop. A tall dark and handsome bubble smelling all masculine and frisky walked by. Curious, she pressed her bubble toward his. Inside of this warrior man’s bubble she saw a parent belittling a young child. And strewn around the little boy was coils and coils of resentment.
On her way to the car she accidentally walked into a warm bubble sporting a pair of 1920′s cat-eye sunglasses. Inside this bubble was a garden with luscious fruit, vibrant vegetation and flowers blooming. Instead of a sun, a heart hung where the bubbles’ head once was. Love filled her as she lingered and let this bubble’s innards channel through her. Looked like she wouldn’t be punching anyone …anytime soon…
Is That A Bubble You Are Wearing? Satire
Photo By Jordan Oram
