Travel

A balloon filled with tiny bubbles inflated instantly. The perception of time became frantic as the world around trudged along, immersed in heavy syrup. Anxiety washed in as the balloon shifted and bellowed. The gurgle moved silently along the path. The air inside moved along an unstoppable Archimedes’s screw pushing the mass toward forward with slow and forceful turns. Each twist moved the bubbling balloon further along the path. Time was pouring like ketchup in a glass bottle. The anxiety spurred sweat and fear. The clock was ticking, the air was dense and the relief was unseen. The mass marched forward. The screw turned relentlessly. The balloon stiffened. The bubbles violently churned. The hatch began to bow and scream for release. The door that contained relief moved toward the dull pain. The door to relief moved slowly on a rail never closer never further always moving toward the pain.