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| She wanted that balloon more than anything... |
A short story - written by me... And by You...
Once upon a time, there was a girl walking along when she noticed a blue balloon, with it's string dancing in the wind just out of her reach. Oh how she wanted that balloon. She tried time and time again to reach for it. Straining, standing on her tippy toes to grab it - the balloon was always just out of reach. She wanted that balloon... Oh how she wanted it. Soon nothing else mattered to her except the need to have that balloon. She ran after it and sometimes it even seemed to come closer to her. To tease her. She lost track of everything else but that blue balloon. At times it was close enough for her to even see her reflection in the blueness of it. But it was always just out of reach. It played with her, it went around her. Her heart's desire became that balloon. She would visualize what it would be like once she caught hold of the string. How she would hold the string tight and run with it and dance with it and rub her face against it. She had to have it. She wanted it. It was hers, now if only she could touch it. Feel it, hold it.
Soon the girl began to get discouraged. Her arms and fingers ached from reaching and trying to grab that string. She began to doubt that she would be able to get it afterall. And for the first time, wondered who it had belonged to in the first place? How had it gotten away? Would it really be as good as she pictured it would be - to hold it? And have it? She wondered how long she could last and would she ever get to hold the balloon? Or would she always be chasing after it - hoping, wanting, dreaming of holding it. She began to get angry at the balloon. Stomped her feet and demanded outloud that it come to her now! But the balloon seemed to laugh at her, wave its string and drift farther away.
What ended up happening to that balloon? Did she get it? I would tell you, but it's ending is different for each person. The ending depends... upon the person and the balloon.... It is up to you.... The ending is for you to know... And maybe no one else... 'cept perhaps the balloon...
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