Random Scribbles · writing

Fresh Air

Chimera 66 #10



My sister didn’t want to go to school that day. Feigning a fever, she sought sympathy from Mama, who was not easily fooled.

“Let’s check your temperature.”

Shaking the thermometer down; the bulb inadvertently tapped against the porcelain countertop.

 Tink…

Droplets of liquid metal, suddenly freed, scurried like quicksilver across the tiles;

volatile,

random,

erratic.

Then, they congregated in the grout lines. They pooled back together.

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