Balloons

Balloons, different colors, the ones that fly with no sense of gravity unless you constrain them to your limits. Bunches of them, all huddled up next to each other like they could sense the chill outside, and the coldness inside. Kids jumped now and then, in an attempt to reach them. Others just passed by, indifferently, occasionally grazing them, and the balloons would just move to let the people have their space. They blended in so well with the ambience that no one even cared to notice. And yet these balloons existed for a purpose. They made the place lively, happy.

Not being able to take the insensitivity, a balloon bursts. Everyone looks up instantly.

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