Beyond the Edge, They’d run out of Balloons. It’s a 6.

Once upon a time in the year 2012, Clark decided to have a contest at his blog, the Wakefield Doctrine. It was specific, if memory serves me correctly, in that contestants must use within the title of the story the words “a dead balloon is (really just) a dead balloon”. My story won the contest! This Six Sentence Story is (really just) a Six Sentence Story and picks up…

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“Has it been that many years?” The Woman, canines no longer at her side, stepped forward cautiously, carefully, “this was not how I left this place.” Surveying the bleak landscape, she unconsciously pulled her woolen sweater closed, slowly buttoning every button as icy fingers of a chill began reaching for her bones. “How is this devastation possible after all I accomplished so many years ago?” Feeling as if she was standing in the lobby of a deserted movie house, perpetual Saturday Matinee, film noir, she could feel the despair that consumed this place; her body began to whisper “remember”. Closing her eyes, she rotated her body a full 360 degrees, inhaling deeply…