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66 Picture of red balloon
James stared up at the tree, mesmerized by what he saw. Caught between branches, string hopelessly tangled, was a single red balloon. If the circumstances weren’t what they were, he would’ve burst out laughing.
If I could find a souvenir, just to prove the world was here. Here it is, a red balloon.
The lyrics floated into his memory, truer than he’d ever anticipated. The world as he’d known it had ended, the balloon the last remnant of the life the world had left behind. He raised his gun and fired, popping it. Turning, he strode away down the street.
James Knox. Original character.