Balloons And Other Trifles

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright –   Roger Bultot

I left him standing there…an old man with a bunch of balloons hovering above his bald head. He looked kind of funny, in his three-piece gray suit, firmly holding  those silly reminders of our silly relationship.

“As the sad stories go, ours was not the most tragic one…but it still hurts.”

It took me just a fraction too long to smile back. But I just couldn’t find the words. Then again, some things are better left unsaid…

Under the watchful eyes of his guards, I kissed him on a cheek and whispered softly into his beard: “Goodbye, Your Highness.”

25 thoughts on “Balloons And Other Trifles

  1. Yes, very bittersweet, which I enjoy a lot of because life’s like that. I could see Queen Victoria in the same way when Prince Albert died. Probably because he suffocated! (it’s an old joke, I’ll explain if you don’t already know).

    Superb story, Loré. Have a Merry Christmas!

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