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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