I dreamt of a balloon that flew me up. The balloon was red, the sky blue and I was a black dot to the people below. Higher and higher, passed shocked birds and stuffed clouds, to the land of make belief where life is complete.
(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2020/05/14/three-line-tales-week-224/ with thanks).
The Story Files 
Oh I do like this. Short but… effective 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂
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That’s very eye-catching. And it made me think of Ian McEwan’s book Enduring Love…..thanks
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You’re welcome. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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