Winter came again last night.
The wind takes icy bites of my neck. I turn my collar against the chill, seeking help from glittering sunshine that offers no warmth.
The landscape has dressed in delicate white furs for the occasion of what is – hopefully – winter’s final farewell.
Across the snow-laced field sits a generous puddle, used by geese to swim on warmer days. Empty now, ripples of sunlight dance across its surface, reminiscent of morning light skimming across gentle waves by the seashore.
Two robins rise, defiant red balloons above the snowy fields.
I watch. My lightened spirit soars.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a balloon. It can be a party balloon or a hot air balloon. How does it add to your story? Go where the prompt leads.