Lost Balloons and Finding Words
“Oh no, my balloon!”
The knot tied around his wrist had loosened. Or maybe the thin string finally broke in all his fiddling with it. Regardless of how it happened, this oval, red, helium-filled ball of childhood dreams is now drifting further into the sky above the fairgrounds. It sways in a circular pattern as the subtle fall wind catches hold.
“My bal…
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