An enjoyable read. Around here, all the ice cream parlors close for the winter, so I guess I'll just sit in the parking lot and if anyone asks if I need something I'll answer, “Nope. Guess I’ll just wait for Spring.”
I doubt it. The point of these microscopic stories is that they last for 100 words and that's it. So the most I can hope from them is a quick grin or thought and the reader moves on. This one depends a lot on irony, I suppose.
I suspect we've all had experiences like this, TJ. But this one came at a time when I was really looking for something to write about. Hence the "heaven" comment. ;)
Arnold gave the gas burner another blast. It was in a hopeless cause, he knew, and only frustration kept him urging the balloon onward. To have started two hours late left him with no more than a forlorn hope. There was not a single competitor in sight.
Empty skies mocked him from all around. Storm clouds darkened the horizon but that was the least of his concerns. The target field beckoned.
An hour later, Arnold touched down alone. His wife, Jasmine, came running across the field.
“Great timing, Arnie. The others were blown off course by a storm. You’ve won!”
Word count: 100
For Micro-Fiction Challenge, Week 10
Prompt: A single balloon.
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