Surface tensions

The coffee scalded his throat as it went down, but the bitter pain was a welcome relief from the constant inane chatter of the surrounding cubical drones. Day after day Theodore endured; endured the caffeinated dish water that passed for coffee, endured the tepid babble that passed for conversation. Mind-numbing gossip wore at his psyche and mindless interactions wore at his soul; Theodore felt both get thinner, get sharper.

People are just coffee bubbles, he thought staring at the slick surface of his drink; just bubbles slipping and bubbles sliding, bubbles pressed against each other, distorting his own fragile bubble by their grating proximity.

In his cup, a swollen oily bubble ruptured like a blister, the violence of it popping those around it, leaving a dark void.


Some five sentence fiction! A combination of busy work, overcoming a lingering cold, and a lifetime battle with procrastination means that its been a few weeks… sigh.

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

This week’s word: BUBBLES

Thanks again to Lillie McFerrin for hosting this writing prompt challenge. Click here to check out the other stories, or even add one of your own.

Of course, I love to get feedback – good or bad – so let me know what you think.








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