It’s been a while since I participated in a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch, and I especially liked this week’s prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a balloon.
I don’t know if this features a balloon, but one is definitely there. Enjoy!
Panting, I finally reach the cliffs my brother loved. A cold drizzle pelts my face. Wasn’t the coast supposed to be warm?
I step to the edge overlooking the Pacific. My brain can’t comprehend its enormity. No wonder Andrew wanted to live here.
Gently, I pull the bottle from my coat pocket. As I prepare to scatter Andrew’s ashes, something shiny catches my eye – a deflated Mylar balloon, tangled in a shrub on the side of the cliff. I can see only one word: Grandma.
Someone, somewhere, likely released that in her memory.
At least Andrew won’t be alone.