Airless balloons.
Flimsy little things, leaving her hand in irate momentum, and falling short.
Descending to the roof tiles.
Small rubber birds losing flight.
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"You're wasting decent party balloons."
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It was 3am when I met her.
It was 3am and it was some sort of rage.
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"No, I'm not. They're still decent after I chuck them. I just get to--"
Another balloon fell.
"--chuck them."
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She was a flightless balloon, I later discovered.
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Her balloon's tether was one of time.
Her tether was an algorithm of efficiency.
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She was never there--always 20 steps, one bike ride, three and a half hours of note-taking ahead:
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Straight lines are always more efficient when walking.
Three minutes: forty-eight seconds if you cut through that park.
Backtracking is unacceptable.
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Why take five minutes, when
you can do it in three?
Then two? Then
one?
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***
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"Did you know that reducing the volume of a container increases its internal pressure?" she said.
One day, her container cracked.
Balloon popped.
Pressure dissipated.
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The container's internalities were no longer internal.
They were neither internal nor external.
They... were not.
She--was not.
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***
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She was the air, not the balloon, I later discovered.
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Words Unlock Worlds
PoetryA collection of poems, stories, and other miscellaneous snippets. Writing is just words unlocking worlds.