Sometimes, the bubbles made a thin line that rose to the top—and that meant change, for the better, though the winds might turn. Sometimes they gathered at the bottom, which meant a long wait or delay in a hopeful outcome.
Author
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Cecilia Kennedy (she/her) is a writer who taught English and Spanish in Ohio for 20 years before moving to Washington state with her family. Since 2017, she has published stories in international literary magazines and anthologies. Her work has appeared in Maudlin House, Tiny Molecules, Rejection Letters, Kandisha Press, Ghost Orchid Press, and others. You can follow her on Twitter (@ckennedyhola).