“The Red Balloon” by Melanie Mercano

The Red Balloon

The gray skies cried on the 21st of February and the chill in the room was cold as ice. Tragedies’ scent filled the air with sorrow and despair.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Filled ear drums like police sirens on a New York City night, and broken hearts filled the narrow halls, beyond repair.

BEEEEEEPPPP! The sound became steady and footsteps quickly paced into a space now hollow. Silence grew loud with news one couldn’t bear.

Dancing in the wind, the lost red balloon flew its one last flight; swaying away so swiftly that eyes could not follow, leaving behind a beautiful glare.