Freedom

Flying free

SUDDEN FREEDOM

Maybe his hands were slippery because of the ice cream he’d just eaten, maybe because of sweating running around at the fair all afternoon, how it happened, in the blink of an eye, the kid could not retell.
He saw the bright red balloon jumping up and down a bit, jump for joy, before leaping all the way up, out of reach.
Instead of crying, he just stood there, paralyzed, gazing at the fast advancing red dot.
The balloon seemed so happy to be free, celebrating even.
How could he be sad about such a joyful event?
In the meantime, he kept on staring at the clear blue sky, the red dot fast diminishing.

Even though he was just a kid, still so small and innocent, he clearly felt the loss of something so undeniably beautiful: freedom

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