
After wiping her nose a couple of times, Jazz took a small sip of her warm Coke; the glass threw light waves onto her face and illuminated her large grey eyes. “Now if only I could capture this sunset and seal it in a bottle,” she lightly hummed under her breath. 2
As she hummed a little song she took out the small canister of bubbles she had brought along, bubbles, a sunset, sparkling water, and the sweet smell of summer could give anyone a warm feeling. While reaching for the little stick that protruded from the bottle she made a mental note to re-paint her nails. The dark maroon color was now chipped and worn out from the constant rubbing against the sand, the water, even her clothes.3
Taking a deep gulp of air she exhaled perfectly into the round hole that was the bubble blower and let loose a wonderfully round, majestic bubble that soared through the air. Until it popped. 4
Jazz gazed longingly at the bubble before it disappeared, leaving no imprint upon the world besides a small memory in a young woman’s mind. Maybe someday, she pondered, maybe I too will disappear without any recognizable mark on this world. But, that’ll be some time before that happens.5
Slowly standing up, she took one last longing glance to the sunset and the glittering ocean before departing. The warm sun on her tan back and a cool half full glass of warm Coke in her hand, this was summer.
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