The balloons tied to the mailbox would have read Happy Birthday a few days ago. By now, though, even the Mylar had leaked enough helium that the envelope was no longer lighter than the surrounding air. It swung upside-down next to a cluster of shrunken heads buffeted by the twisting winds – latex balloons, the once-gay coloring making their current posture all the more grotesque.
Posted by Gregory Taylor
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