For All the Marbles (memory)

Thunder grumbles interrupted the happy, rose-scented, graduation party burble. Wind lifted the table cloths, lifted the plates, lifted the canopies, lifted the guests out of the pool, out of their chairs and into the safety of the house.

Water fell in cold marbles that bounced on empty chairs and piled up, clear on clear glass tables, as the awed gathered at open windows, silent but for small sounds of wonder.

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