Hey all, Malluchan's back. I know you're all a bit angry at me for putting Smiling Through a Monday on hiatus, and I know I shouldn't be starting something new right now. But I need to get this out.
And so here we go again, reminding you of the little things in life that are epicly epic, and making you smile with worthless little one-shots that might be a little too cheesy. Inspired by the blog 1000awesomethings.
Soap bubbles floated around the park, kissing the trunks of trees and popping against your cheeks like wet octopus tentacles, Kenta thought.
He stood at the top of the hill with a little bottle of bubble mix, its contents splashing over onto the grass and getting his hands sticky, but he didn't care.
He waved the little plastic wand around in the air above him, letting the wind form little silky orbs of pure rainbows. Far below him on the jungle gym, kids looked up, wondering where these bubbles could be coming from. Little hands stuck out of strollers trying to catch the shimmering circles, and little girls shrieked and laughed at the boys trying to pop them.
Everybody thought Kenta was grown up and matured now, old enough to have moved past toy lightsabers and jumping in puddles and, well, soap bubbles. They thought he could be an adult with the rest of them and focus solely on beyblading. But Kenta needed a break.
That, and he wasn't completely ready to move on past childhood yet and leave it all behind. There were too many good things that he was afraid he might forget about being little.
But now at the park with his little bottle of soap bubbles, Kenta could stop worrying about getting piled on with responsibility and expectations and obligations, happy enough for a moment to look past all the fine print and see the happiness in the soap bubbles.
He felt as if he could really stay a kid, until that little bottle of bubble mix ran out. And then you could always make more.