Soon, I was trapped in the sticky safety of the bubble. The bubble was now high up, sailing like a comet in the pastel-coloured sky.
The fire cone in the Statue of Liberty was now right beneath the brittle shell of the bubble. I gulped and gasped. I was seconds away from falling a good 100 feet…
There it was- a key to get out- sooner or later I would be forced to jump as the bubble would pop. It was now, or never…..
Floating in the bubble, by Sachin
July 20, 2020July 20, 2020
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Sachin, I am on tenterhooks wondering what happened to you. Did you jump? Did the bubble pop and send you tumbling out of control? Looking fORRward to finding out. You created great suspense.
This is beautiful writing Sachin. I love your ideas and your simile ‘sailing like a comet in the pastel-coloured sky.’ FABULOUS! I hope you enjoyed Bubble Monday! 🙂