Five Card Story: The Bubble

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a Five Card Flickr story by GRD created Jun 22 2020, 03:53:52 pm. Create a new one!

flickr photo credits: (1) bionicteaching (2) Serenae (3) Serenae (4) katerha (5) bionicteaching

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My west-facing front door is not privy to the impending sunrise, so I swivel around my porch post and decline a few steps to street level, then turn. The garden two houses down my side street confirms the advent of a new day, as the dew drops puddle on the leaves. Continuing on, I approach the stone wall, offering a familiar view of the town below framed by the Appalachians, and for but a minute, I believe that all is well with the world. Then glancing back from whence I came, I see Mrs. Johnson. I know not her first name, as she is far too proper to consider it. She is blowing bubbles. Through the big bubble about to burst on her wand, I see a distorted version of a street I know well. Only the closed doors seem clear. I anxiously await the bubble's explosion; I wish I could shake the blurred vision that accompanies living through the pandemic.

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