The Red Balloon
The old lady glanced up at the constellations once more. Still there. So was she.
She took a red balloon from her pocket, blew it up to near-bursting, and let it go. It drifted away, encountered thorns, and popped.
She sighed, leaned back, gazed into infinity, and fell up into the stars.
The Red Balloon is a post from: Aztec Books
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