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The Girl In the Bubble

Emmy had never seen anything so strange before. She had been holding Mama’s hand, trying her best to chew the huge piece of taffy she had stuck in her mouth, when she first noticed her. It was a little girl, sitting in the park. A little girl who was wearing the prettiest bow in her hair Emmy had ever seen.

It was a big sky blue bow, with little flowers the shade of Emmy’s dark blue eyes embroidered onto it, and with white frill running all along the edges. The girl herself was pretty too. She reminded Emmy of a porcelain doll Emmy had once seen in the window of Lolita’s. The doll had long, silky black curls framing her creamy face, and the biggest green eyes. Emmy had wanted that doll.

The girl herself wasn’t strange. It was what she was in that was strange. The little girl was in a bubble. Emmy had never seen a girl inside a bubble before. It was a big bubble, that gave the girl enough room to stand up and stretch in. And it was pretty too. It reflected the flowers and the trees, and the sun, so that it looked like a whole other world within a world. But that wasn’t the point, it was a bubble, and the pretty little girl was inside it.

“Mama.” Emmy tugged on Mama’s sleeve.

Mama looked down, “Hm?”

“Look at that little girl over there, she’s in a bubble Mama.”

Mama looked over to where the little girl was pointing, she shook her head, “What little girl Emmy?”

“The little girl in the bubble!” Momma wasn’t stopping, Emmy wanted Mama to stop so she could go over to the little girl.

Mama smiled, “One of your imaginary friends, Em?”

“No Momma it’s…”

“Shush, Emmy, you’re going to choke on your taffy.”

Emmy didn’t say anymore, but she couldn’t help but stare at the little girl in the bubble as they kept on walking, farther and farther away. Suddenly, the little girl looked up, and she was looking at Emmy. Emmy waved. The little girl didn’t wave back. She just kept on staring.

*

Emmy chewed on the end of her pencil. She hated homework. It was boring. She started doodling on the edge of her paper. A little girl in a bubble. Mama came up behind her.

“Doing your homework Emmmy?”

“Homework’s boring.” Emmy crossed her arms stubbornly, “I’d rather go to the park.”

Mama sighed, “I’ll tell you what, if you’re a good girl and finish all your homework early, we can go to the park.”

Emmy raised her eyes eagerly, “Really? You mean it!?”

Mama smiled, “Of course.”

Emmy smiled. Maybe she’d get to see the little girl in the bubble again.

*

The little girl wasn’t in the same spot she had been before. Emmy couldn’t find her. She sighed and sat down in the grass, crossing her arms disappointedly. It was no fun, not seeing the little girl in the bubble. She wanted to talk to her. Wanted to know her name.

Emmy sighed, and leaned her head back, staring up at the sky. It was a pretty day. If it was raining it would sure be convenient to have a bubble all around you. That way you didn’t get wet. Emmy hated getting wet. She tipped her head back down and her breath caught.

The girl in the bubble was sitting right across form her, her chin resting on her knees, staring at Emmy. Emmy swallowed, and then she smiled. She would get to say hello to the girl in the bubble after all!

“What’s your name?”

The girl in the bubble didn’t say anything, she looked form one side to the other, and then looked back at Emmy and blinked.

“What’s your name?” Emmy persisted.

The girl blinked again, “M..me?”

Emmy giggled, “of course you, who else!”

The girl was nervous, she fiddled with her shoe buckle, and then looked back up at Emmy, “I…. I don’t have a name…”

“No name!?” This girl was getting stranger and stranger. In a bubble and no name! Emmy smiled brighter, “Then I’ll give you one!”

“Y…you will?”

“Of course!” Emmy put her hand to her chin, “Hmmm, I’ve got to give you a pretty name. A name that fits you, cause you‘re pretty!”

The girl seemed surprised, “I am?”

Emmy nodded vigorously, “Yeah! I wish I had a bow like yours!” She paced back and forth and the girl followed her with her large, emerald eyes, “That’s it! I’ll name you Evelyn, that’s what I was gonna name the doll at Lolita’s… if I ever got her of course! What do you think!? Do you like it…. Huh?!”

Evelyn stood, and Emmy noticed that it was almost like she floated in her bubble, her feet didn’t touch the ground, they touched the bottom of the bubble, and then the bubble touched the ground, so it was somewhat like floating, “Evelyn?”

“Yeah! Don’t you like it!?” Emmy smiled. She didn’t know it, but her smile was so innocent and pure, and so bright, that almost anyone who saw it felt uplifted and happy.

Evelyn managed a small smile in return, ‘I…. I like it…”

“Good then! Now, I just gotta ask, how are you inside a bubble!? It’s so cool!”

Evelyn stopped smiling, turning away, “I… I don’t like being in a bubble.”

Emmy ****** her head curiously, she thought being