Bubblehaus

Bubblehaus

TEXT: Jess sat on the curb opposite the building. Her legs stretched out straight, one hand on the warm pavement. It was a hot day. Unusual. Her trainers were dusty. She reached out, and imagined pressing the windows in on the building opposite. The windows were round, like bubbles. She imagined they would light up, and make a sound. She played the building, making patterns, a sequence in her head.

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