Short story by: Shafeeq Taha Al – Nobany
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 kids balloon . but I am older than a kid. That 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.
