Shush!

by Ajay Vishwanathan

The sight of yellow against white was beautiful, triumphal. The bubbles started forming, swirling, bursting here, some more there, as the stream steadied. As I watched the conquering act, many clamored to get to where I was and I wished they would be quiet. Distraction could be its undoing I thought, while I focused on the little miracle unfolding in front of me. It had started as a stubborn drop, then another, then a nervous spurt, fidgety, then another, gruelingly staccato. A jubilant smile quivered on my lips when it was over, as I sighed with relief, zipped up and flushed.

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Ajay Vishwanathan, published in over forty literary journals, finds release in writing. He works with bugs that he cannot see, and on experiments that might find a cure one day. He lives in Georgia with his lovely wife and lovable twins.