Title: Balloons
Rating:G
Type: Play/Movie
A/N: Summer is coming to a screeching halt and I'm packing in as much vacation stuff as possible. Other wise, Thnks for all the reviews and if I haven't responded to your reviews, it's cuz I've been busy. But I've truly grateful!
My Promise: All of these drabbles, one shot, and tib bits are straight from my mind. I swear I did not steal any from any one. If they sound alike, we have similar brains.
He had always been fascinated with balloons. Ever since he was a young boy growing up in Kansas, he had always had a strong bond with the flying objects. He longed to own a one, but as a young boy he tended to misplace things. So every year at the Omaha State Fair, as he wrapped his small fingers around his father's, he would ask for a shiny balloon. One he could hang onto and watch float in the air. His father would tell him he would let it go, and it would fly away in the sky, never to return. But every year he would fight and cry and argue anyway, until one year his father caved in.
He watched with amazement as his father handed a penny to a woman holding the helium-filled balloons. He had been waiting all night and all of his life, and the moment was coming true. Maturity was lectured to him as he was handed the red balloon, but all he could hear was how the wind separated as the balloon cut through it.
But as the fair died down and the stands closed up, he felt tired, more tired than he ever had. His legs were heavy and his arms were limp. And a force out of his control caused his precious loved balloon flying out of his hands and far away into the dark nighttime sky. As his father cursed him for letting the balloon go, he couldn't help but to think that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The balloon was free, and perhaps that was for the best.