She and I are sitting at a public coffee table. There are no bugs on this table, but I imagine there once being a whole school of beautifully-coloured chewing gum under its surface. How many times has this table cloth been washed today? Maybe once, and maybe more than one child has used their little mucus-ridden finger tips to touch these forks. I do not like forks. I would rather suck on a spoon to pass the time.
“I feel so invisible,” she says. “Even though we’re just a foot away from the people on that table, it’s like they’re not even there. I can’t hear what they’re saying at all! I wonder if they even hear me right now.”
Nope, they didn’t. They didn’t even make a movement directed toward us, so we started making faces in their general direction. Still, nothing is bounced back our way, at all.
“Maybe we’re in a bubble,” I suggest. “Maybe this table is forming a massive, sticky bubble to contain anybody who marches inside of it. Nobody looks inside of a bubble, do they? They just pop it when they see one.”
She’s still sucking on her spoon. “What are you babbling on about? That little boy over there sees us perfectly. Don’t try to stare back!”
“I am not!” I say. Little children see everything.
Author notes
I was uninspired to write, so out came this piece of trash. Of course it's based on a true story, hence my lack of creativity. I had a really strong mocha frappe, by the way.
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Beat
Beat no not at all, ware you came up with the idea of puting Beat under type of writing i'l never understand -
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pfft.
beat = anything at all, buddy.
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Beat
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Not trash... litter, maybe.
But litter is just a blatant "fuck you" to trash-bins and recyclable recepticles; its a giant poster, crumpled up and ignored that says "I don't want this anymore; everyone will see it and know it belonged to someone else, and if you don't pick it up and hide it in one of those steel and plastic traps, I might even come back one day and take it back with me, maybe love it more than I did before."
Litter speaks to me, apparently.
Everything is so sticky- covered in some sort of film. Reading this, I want to dust, want to wipe every surface down.
The ending made me cry.
Then again, I am extremely hormonal right now.
xoxobeginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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I like this. And yes, Little children see everything. Love it. Short but sometimes, in one's babbling, a lot can come from it.
Good job.
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Bubbles! I love bubbles! I use them to annonce my arrival.
I love how you use bubbles here, and you bring in cuteness and grossness of kids, real contrast
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