The Living Balloon
I knew Clara’s secret.
I first met her in Pennsylvania. The balloons she sold were uniquely shaped and colored. Always different, like snowflakes. Unfortunately, her speech impediment repelled most people. She rarely sold anything. That’s when I stepped in. I’m an old wind bag. I can talk for days. It’s my gift.
Clara had a different gift. She could eat odd chemicals and paint and blow out beautiful balloons. I didn’t know if she was alien or mutant. I didn’t care. Her balloons were gorgeous.
Once, at a fairgrounds in Oklahoma, her head deflated into its natural shape. It was bluish and shaped like an octopus with an elephant’s trunk.
I leaped to action. “Clara! Your head!” I stage-whispered. I began working the crowd, getting them laughing. Clara refilled her head and suddenly looked human again. “Voila! The Living Balloon!” I called. The crowd cheered. We sold out in minutes.
Afterward, Clara apologized for losing focus. “I guess I blow as a business partner,” she groaned.
“Cheer up,” I said. “At least you don’t suck!”
Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers writing challenge. Look here to see what other folks wrote based upon the pic above: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/08/18/fffaw-week-of-08-18-2015/