if you give a balloon advice..

just a silly prompt from creative writing class

The doctor enters the room to find the balloon already waiting in the chair,

Its swollen blue surface shiny with perspiration.

‘can  ya help me doc? I don’t know what to do. I may be depressed,”

It wheezes, exhaling a bit of its precious helium in the process.

‘yes yes, not to worry. What seems to be the problem?’ he replies.

The balloon shifts in its chair, squeaking against the upholstery unpleasantly.

‘well ya see, I haven’t been able to retain my helium, and therefore I cannot float

As high as I would like to. Not to mention my string is worn to shreds!’

The doctor pauses, pondering for a moment. ‘ah, I’ve just the thing!

I suggest you get a job at a fairground, you could have all the helium you want

And I’m certain they’d give you a brand new string.’

‘genius!’ cried the balloon, raising off the seat of his chair slowly.

His check floated over to the doctor. ‘make a follow-up appointment

With my receptionist, if you don’t mind. Take care!’ called the doctor,

as the balloon wafted out the door, considerably happier than it had been upon drifting in.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Very clever and humorous. I liked it. After reading some of your others I can see your great with the senses. Your descriptions mirror that talent. Nice!