Breath Prayers: a flash fic photo challenge

She watched the neighborhood children laugh and run as the bubbles swirled in the sigh of a breeze.

The sun inched higher, closer to noon. She’d been sitting on this bench since dawn, unsure what to do with herself. Not used to solitude, but not wanting to be alone…or worse, feel lonely.

Two of the older girls blew through the wands, and the younger ones chased after the sparkling spheres, clapping hands to capture them, stepping on them when grape clusters of soap sank to the grass. One girl in a bright yellow dress and jet black hair, charged right through the middle of a bubble cloud, spinning to catch as many as she could with her body but her twirling only seemed to push them toward the sky.

She picked up her lukewarm cup of coffee for a sip. For something to do.

If I laugh, I’ll cry, and I’ll never stop. She swallowed everything and took a deep breath, followed by a slow exhale. Warm leaves and freshly cut grass lingered in her nose. Flowers popped in a rainbow of colors against evergreens and boxwood hedges. Somewhere overhead in the oak tree, a cardinal trilled.

“Hi!”

She startled at the perky voice next to her on the bench. It belonged to the girl in the yellow dress, who gazed up at her with a dimpled smile and bright green eyes.

“Hello.”

The child studied her for a moment, then said, “You know, my pastor says that we can use bubbles to pray. When you blow the bubbles, they float up to heaven so Jesus can hear them.” She unscrewed the lid of the bubble juice and fished out the sticky wand. “And the prayers are real simple and short. And all you have to do is blow.” She puckered, blew through the circle, and a river of bubbles of all sizes burst from the wand, catching the wind and swirling with pinks and purples in a beam of light.

Her heart skipped. And her eyes prickled.

“What…what did you just pray for, sweetie?”

“Oh, I said thank you for the sunlight, and for summer vacation.”  She blew again. “Thank you for my friend Stephanie.”  Another puff. “Thank you for my mom and dad and my dog.”  Another puff. “Take care of Mrs. Grady while she’s in the hospital.” Clouds of bubbles hovered around them before climbing for the sky.

The familiar knot lodged in her throat and she chased it away with the last of her coffee before trusting herself to speak.

“What happens if the bubble pops?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, and stirred the soap with the wand. “I s’pose the prayer is inside the bubble, and if it pops, the prayer goes to heaven on its own.  Maybe the butterflies take it.”

“You’re very good with…bubbles.”

The girl grinned, “Thank you! You know, sometimes it’s easier to think a prayer than say it out loud.  Here. You try.” She held out the small blue bottle.

“Oh! No, I don’t…”  I don’t pray. Anymore. “…I don’t think I’d be very good at it.”

She giggled and rolled her eyes. “Grown-ups always say that. They say that about swinging on swings and hop scotch too. Jesus knows what’s in our hearts anyway, before we even say it.” Her gaze shifted toward her friends, who were running toward the playground. The girl hopped up to chase after them, but turned back, setting the bottle of bubbles on the bench. “You can keep that to practice.  I have lots of bubbles at home.  Bye!”

An odd stillness settled on her skin. No heat. No cold. Just an awareness of existence. Like her whole Self was waiting.

In her fingers, the small bottle weighed next to nothing. She held it to the light and saw, with surprise, that it was full. Slowly, she unscrewed the cap, and fished out the sticky, pink wand. She hesitated, and blew.

Three or four weak orbs drifted away and collapsed into nothingness.

Fine. Just proves I can pray till I’m blue in the face and it won’t matter.

Trying again, she blew harder. More bubbles this time, in chaotic clouds and different sizes.

What do you want me to say, Lord?

I’ve lost everything. What do I do now?

What am I going to do?

She kept trying, whispering breaths through the wand, as the knot in her throat and the ache in her chest expanded, and tears rained down her face.

Help me understand why this is happening.

Forgive me for any wrong I’ve done to deserve something like this.

I don’t want to hurt anymore.

Please, Jesus, make the pain stop.

Soon, all of her breath collected into sobbing.

“I miss him so much,” she whispered. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Sunlight cleared the branches and warmed her cheek as she watched the bubbles drift higher. Glints and sparkles penetrated her tears. It looked like a hand reaching out, scooping up the cloud of crystal prayers, and lifting them away.

And the more she cried, the lighter she felt, like she could follow them up on the breeze. The knots and aches were gone. Breathing felt like breathing should. It just was.

She looked toward the playground. The children, including the girl in the yellow dress, had gone.

The bottle of liquid – for all her desperate breath prayers – remained full.

She twirled the wand inside again, and blew gently.

Tell John I love him and I’m glad he’s not suffering anymore.

And…thank you for hearing me.


This is for the Week 11 Prompt of the Short Story Slam by Bluebell Books.

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30 thoughts on “Breath Prayers: a flash fic photo challenge

    • There is something very therapeutic about bubbles – whether in the air or in the bath! I have twin nephews who are two, and had a great time with them this summer, making giant bubbles the size of bowling balls!

    • Thank you, Ed. I’m also amazed at the diversity of inspiration that the photo prompt created – lots of different takes on the idea of bubbles AND the use of the photo.

  1. Gulp! Somehow it’s just what I needed to read right now. I want my father to “come to me” in dreams and in any other way possible but I fear that my tears and sadness keep him away. Maybe I just need to blow some bubbles…

    • I know what you mean. When I do dream about me dad, I usually wake up sad…which may be why I don’t “see” him much. But I know he’s near, regardless. Hugs to you. Liz

    • Hello, Ms. Sarah! Thank you for your kind words. I love bubble prayers or breath prayers (breath prayers don’t always require bubbles 😉 ). It’s very meditative…like repeating a favorite soothing phrase.

      It’s hard to “let go and let God” as is often stated. Sometimes physically DOING something to release the worries (like bubbles…or writing them on slips of paper and burning them, or on rice paper that dissolves in water) solidifies that “It’s gone. I don’t need to worry about this any more.”

      Blessings,

      Elizabeth

  2. That’s a very enjoyable read. Some of the child’s comments made me think of that saying ‘Out of the mouths of babes…’
    The linking of bubbles with prayers was clever and the story is very well written. Glad I popped over from Bluebell Books.

    • Hi, Jamie! My daughters are very like the girl in the story. To them, faith just IS…it’s like it’s intuitive. I’m getting reacquainted with that “childlike faith.” I’m glad you liked the story – thank you so much for visiting!

      Elizabeth

    • Thank you, Henry. I like sowing seeds of hope when I can. Our pastor actually does do breath prayers when we have services outside – the children all get little bottles of bubbles (and some of the adults do too) and we breathe out gratitude or whatever we want to send up. It’s very joyful and beautiful. Glad to have made you smile!

      Elizabeth

  3. TOUCHING … in capitals. This is so sad and, yet, very moving. Heartbreak that is so hard to get through. Her emotional pain palpated throughthe story. A lovely way to express the pix prompt.
    Loved it … (running out of tissues)
    Blessings,
    Isadora

    • Thank you, Charles! I thoroughly enjoyed your poem Bubbles and Lies as well. I originally set out to write a poem myself, but as it kept getting longer, I realized there was “more to the story.” 🙂 Thanks so much for your feedback and support!

  4. Lisa A says:

    … {sniff sniff} ….. {wipe the tears} …. {compose myself} …
    It truly is that simple, isn’t it ? Thank you for reminding us … another beautiful story, Beth – hope you don’t mind if I share … ❤

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