Seafoam is created by the agitation of seawater, infused with dissolved organic matter like algae blooms. Under turbulent conditions, air is trapped forming bubbles that stick to each other through surface tension. Two years of biological oceanography has turned me…...
‘I’m not going to burst her bubble,’ his twin sister says. He stares out of the window. It is sunny, the leaves on the ground form a crisp carpet in warm colors. ‘You have to tell her,’ she says. As…...
So there I was, a nervous wreck, crying in my own backyard. When a voice asks, “You okay?” I barely register that it’s Justin, the nice guy from across the road. He sat beside me and I considered opening up…...
“Here, move over. There’s room for you.” I can still recall my grandmother’s words. I was a toddler when I stepped into the bubble. A world for women only. Generations of ancestors cooking and sewing, shopping and baking. I watched…...
It’s bake sale day. Behind the stacked chairs in the school auditorium, I shake the can until my muscles scream with pain. I hurry back to my spot. I’m selling Mama’s rainbow frosted cupcakes. Our next-door neighbour, Mrs Clarkson, walks…...
A bubble, followed by several more, popped on the surface of the pool. My child, floating in his inflatable duck, laughed and clapped; his chubby legs kicking beneath the water. His father emerged, took a breath and went under again.…...
Exploration of an old abandoned house reveals it to be not exactly empty.
Pop! Ellie had another successful day tormenting Mia, pulling her chair away in History Class and spilling juice in her lap. Mia shed a solitary tear as her clothes and eyebrows were ridiculed. On the bus Ellie’s friend Nat sniggered…...
We began well enough. Meeting at the park in the evenings. We strolled and sat on benches installed as memorials to those who’d passed for those who hadn’t, and watched the dogwalkers, the old walkers, the children. In the iridescence…...
With that remark, I stomped upstairs out to the backyard. If I’d really had it with them, I’d have left out the front door so Pete’s mother would see me leaving early with a surprised look on her face. But…...
Bubble-wrapped valuables filled Jeannie’s home. The occasion never arrived that was worth the risk to unwrap them. Plasticware was used for meals. She never entertained. Sometimes she remembered how Henry loved to stomp all over bubble-wrap, roaring, the wrap popping…...
The wind whipped through the trees, bending them backwards and forwards in a captivating dance. The moon shone, paving my path forward in a silvery glow. Moving further into the forest, a faint chant echoed through the wind. The…...