“Ship, show me the sky.” I clung to my red balloon twining its trailing ribbon around my wrist. As I trudged down the gangplank I waited for an aperture to open, giving me a look at my shattered home.
10 thoughts on “Balloon Ship – A Micro Story”
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oh wooooow!!! what a story is a few words!
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Thank you π I’m trying to learn the art of brevity. You’ve in spired me
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awwwwwww. it’s an honor to know that!
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WOW. What an awesome little write.
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Thank you π
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Wow. Love that ending. Good one!
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Thank you π
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Super…… π Hugs! β€
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Thank you π
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