“Wrinkled Balloon” Final Draft Snippet by Alex Coronado

He burst my firm balloon. My bright balloon. It didn’t float away. He didn’t cut the string. I can’t let go of it now. A filthy needle. He burst my squeaky balloon. It did not rise to the sky. The string was still there. There’s no way I’ll be able to free my balloon now. It didn’t slowly deflate. It popped. Its skin is broken. You can’t refill a balloon in such conditions.

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