Death of the Bubble

In the beginning, Hand poured out the Coke filling the Glass. In that fizzy creation of bubbles only one was noteworthy. It was set apart by its determination and prime location.

            This bubble was born on the bottom, in the center. It was of the first bubble generation, proud and esteemed.

            Lesser bubbles floated to the surface while that luckiest of bubbles clung to the prized spot. Greedy bubbles grew big and buoyancy broke their hold. The rash rushed to the surface in search of adventure or thrill. Many exploded when Hand tipped the Glass and the Coke flowed out into the Mouth.

As that certain bubble held tight, other proud, esteemed bubbles went up to the end of bubble existence. The bubble did not know what happened to bubbles after bursting. Death or Ascension? Whatever the name, they were gone. Always, fewer were born than went. Finally, by course of physics and nature that bubble was alone: the last.

That was the privilege of its birthright.

            The center of the bottom was the safest. Bubbles on the walls or sides of the bottom were the first to go when Hand tipped the Glass.

            As it does for all bubbles, the inevitable end came. Hand tipped the Glass for the last time and all the Coke flowed out into the Mouth. Too dense for its new, low-pressure world, the last bubble burst. Its insides scattered through the air – up and away to death or ascension, and it was gone.