Balloons

Into every balloon she breathed a different emotion.

Into this one, anger. Into that one, embarrassment. Into another, guilt.

And still more, filling balloon after balloon with her sadness and jealousy and fear.

And when it was done, it was she who felt lighter, letting go of those strings and floating off into a bright blue sky.

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Short story written by Peter Chiykowski

Story prompt taken from a photo by Andreas Weiland

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