Flash Fiction: Bubbling

Drabble: A form of micro-fiction that has exactly 100 words

The little pot sits on a one-burner stove. The water is bubbling, loudly overflowing.

Nellie swats a fly. She scans the counters. Her eyes linger on the empty plastic tubs.

“Two more days,” Curtis says.

He sits on a high stool, balancing baby Ivy on his lap. She’s his gurgling bundle of joy, a promise of better days.

Curtis kisses her cheeks and blows bubbles on her belly. She squeals. Then she holds his gaze, awaiting another.

Nellie smiles. Then she sighs and stirs the pot. The white flour dumplings float to the surface, bouncing and swirling like disco dreams.

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© Christene Campbell at Cozy Caribbean Fiction