"Bubbles"

Bubbles, iridescent glimmers floating on sun beams. Rising, falling, pushed in graceful circles by the wind.

John’s hand trembled as memory stirred. He saw sickness and death, the corpses of children and the tear stained faces of the grieving. He shivered and pulled back. Faint laughter tickled his ear as bubbles filled the air.

“Mr. Smith?”

“What, JJ?” he whispered.

“Don’t you want to blow some bubbles?”

Bubbles… That was then, this was now. Here in the park with his son. Someday JJ would know the truth, at least he would get the chance. John nodded and took the wand.