Every time I pass by, a new perception beckons me with curiosity and ambiguity.
When the day becomes dark, the bubbles radiate with blue, green, and every magnificent shade of emerald, turquoise and aqua.
Once popular, later passé, and now retrofitted into our lives once again.
Ignored, and sometimes if it’s lucky, the exhibition receives compliments for the unique acrobatics and one-of-a-kind artwork.
It reminds me of what once was and what is yet to come.
A splendid volume of shapes draws me near, reminds me that nothing stays the same – each moment is a chance for a fresh beginning.
(100 words – flash fiction)
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Let it be said that I’ve never denied being a freak. My wife calls me a reincarnated hippy simply because of my love of lava lamps. Your flash fiction piece puts my love into a whole new way to look at them. 🙂
You’re not alone Jason… lol I love them too! Everyone thinks I’m kinda nuts, but I’ve managed to keep only two (one “real” one from the 60s and one repro).
*gasp* You have an original?! Does it still work? Every original I’ve seen from that era has something wrong with it. I am extremely envious, Jennifer.
LOL! Yep, my 60s one totally works (take a bit to get into the flow) and it’s RED. It’s so cool!!! The only thing is that it gets a little hot so I don’t like to have it on if I’m not going to be in the room.