Speaking of Bubbles

When I was much younger than I am now, we had a plan, my cunning friend and I. The world was in turmoil, much the same as now and since neither of us wanted to die, we hatched a plan. Since I was not as inventive as he, I left it to him to find a way to survive the world which was, as far as we could tell, seemingly intent on going up in flames. Our first thought was of an island so dense and remote that nothing could penetrate, but we were not at all sure there were any places that had not already been discovered and contaminated by man. Then my clever friend came up with an idea. He would build us a ball, a bubble if you please, so impenetrable that nothing could pierce it. We would be safely inside and our bubble would simply bounce or float away from danger. Inside would be a cushion of air to protect us and it would also serve as fresh air for breathing. Of course we hadn’t worked out all of the details but we would have all of the amenities for a good life, everything would go smoothly in our snug bubble. The ocean could support us and if the waves became too high we would just sail away to calmer seas. If the ocean rejected us for some mad reason, we would float up to the sky and out of reach. We would name our craft “Serenity” and live in it forever. I believe it was the Viet Nam war that caught my friend in its clutches and without him our scheme became just one more unfulfilled dream. I often think of him and the bubble that would have taken us to new universes where there were no wars and dreams do come true. For Debbie's "Bubble" contest Won # 7