Micro fiction


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The three balloons flutter up toward the sky, their reflections dancing on the dark rectangular windows of the skyscraper. They are red, blue and yellow, tied together with string and a golden ribbon.

Down below, in the city streets, the dust from the explosion is still settling. The sound of screaming and alarms can be heard in the distance as the balloons continue their climb.

The tiny hand that held them is no more.

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