Bubble

Her finger edged closer and closer still to the thin meniscus of soap that contained all of the pieces. Her curiosity and wonder ever creeping her digits to the brink of combustion. The air between the objects became thick, pushing back on each other. A magnetic attraction to the fascination of what could occur, she let her mouth open in awe and amusement. In an instant, her fingerprint was coated in smooth, shiny liquid, her eyes closed briefly. She opened them, feeling her eyelashes brush under her brow. The sound was loud at first, breaking the tension, a thunder of inner ear disruption. It was gone just as fast as it came, leaving a deafening silence after. A fireworks explosion of confetti filled the air like snowflakes, each it's own color and size. Paper light flickered before her as her eyes twinkled in response. Her grin became wide and full, uplifted by the delicate decent of contained beauty. Her palms became open and accepting. Morsels of happiness tickled her awaiting skin, feeling blissful at the splendor. Feeling the delicate tissue crush under her growing fists, she watched pieces gently float to the ground. The flutter of air beneath the paper causing a rainbow of color combined with soothing glory. At last, one by one, the bits reached the earth and it became muddy. Soiled by the fusion under its fall. Each one settled in it's own pile, forever tainted by the elements. Her eyes closed on her own carelessness. She couldn't save them all. Stifled by her own pause, she had let the majority fall to the waste.