By Kelsey Dean
We were stuck on a stupid infomercial, too lazy to look for the remote. We watched as some poorly trained child actor blatantly let go of a balloon he’d just blown up. He didn’t even try to tie it, just opened his fingers and put on a surprised face. The balloon whizzed and spluttered around his head for a moment before falling, empty, at his feet.
“That’s what’ll happen to your balls when you grow up,” I told the little boy sitting next to me on the couch. His sister cackled like the wickedest of witches as he burst into tears.
Awesome. Really did not expect narrator to be the sitter. Freaking loved it.
Thank you very much! 🙂
Great stuff here. Lots of fun!!
Thanks!!
I liked the story. The only critique I have is, without the title, I wouldn’t have grasped it was a sitter. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the story and found the imagery spot on. I could almost hear the sound of the ballon as he released it.
Thank you Sheila! That’s certainly a welcome and kindly phrased critique. I’m so glad you got a vivid image from it.