BY: Shafeeq Taha Alnobani
Short story
Bommmm…the balloon burst.
My Other Half
© 2010-2015 Ali Taha Alnobani rights reserved
Perhaps
it fell from someone, or someone threw it, any way, it was the most
beautiful piaster he ever saw in his life, he save no effort in running
to the nearest shop: "give me a balloon"
- a beautiful balloon.
First puff:
It
is only balloon. A kid's balloon. But I am older than a kid. That's
what my dad said to me when I climbed the palm tree and I almost picked
up a star.
Second puff:
I
want it to be a big balloon. I will pick up the first star I find and
throw it to my dad. He will know it is from me. He will trade it for a
balloon and come to me. We will throw stars to my mother, brother
sister, and my friend, Omar,
Third puff:
I
will hang the moon on the past time; I won’t let people spill their
ideas in it as they always did. I will collect all stars. And put them
in a black bag. They won’t be guided by them unless they find a piaster
like mine. But they won’t find. It was a piaster that shined like gold.
Fourth puff Bommmm…the balloon burst.
My Other Half
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