At last. I’m high in the bright, blue sky, bouncing down the Manhattan street. I feel a couple dozen ropes holding me smoothly aloft, moving steadily forward. A multitude of sights and sounds heralds me. Crowds on the sidewalk gaze up at me, smiling, laughing and pointing. This is the moment I’ve waited for all year. Finally filled with helium on display for the whole world. No longer deflated, stored awkwardly in a dark distant warehouse somewhere. I can see the end of the parade route approaching, only several blocks ahead. Just a fleeting moment of fame for me.
Swapan k Banerjee
19/11/2021 09:52:41 am
Beautiful, Rod. On Friday every week all of us look forward to this all too fleeting moment of recognizing each other's work ...
Lynn Messing
19/11/2021 12:16:49 pm
I love this unique point-of-view story.
Kim Favors
19/11/2021 07:48:54 pm
Enjoyed the perspective. Thank you.
Sue Clayton
20/11/2021 01:19:34 am
I often wonder if inanimate objects have feelings. So glad this one had its fifteen minutes of fame.
Sivan Pillai
20/11/2021 04:29:00 am
That 'fleeting moment of fame' is so valuable for all of us. Beautiful story, Drake.
Dee Lorraine
25/11/2021 02:30:49 pm
Great story, Rod. Those balloons are spectacular to the crowd and it’s good to know the balloons enjoy their time aloft! Happy Thanksgiving! Comments are closed.
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