The Balloon


Danny sits on the park bench, looking up into the sky, wondering where his balloon went.

Yesterday was his birthday.

His father took him to the fairground. They ate candyfloss together, went on the big dipper and played fairground games.

Danny won a balloon, but if drifted away; lost forever.


The more I struggle, the tighter it binds around me; choking off my air. Gasping, I peck franticly at the twine.

Footsteps approach, and my panic increases.

I want to flee, but can’t.

I begin to lose consciousness …. “Daddy, Daddy, look at the bird! It’s trapped. Help it Daddy, please!”

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