Microfiction Day 108 – ‘Come Fly With Me’

Her family couldn’t understand why she moved where she did. She had no connections to the town and no friends amongst the neighbours.

When they were finally able to visit, they cooed over the neutral decor, the vast green space outside, and the huge curved windows of her bedroom.

“I mean, it’s lovely. But you’re so far away.”

“Just wait.”

She sat on the bedroom floor and they joined her. Fifteen minutes later the window was filled with an explosion of colour as the hot air balloon lifted into view.

“I get to watch this every day.”

They finally understood.


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