The Wayward Balloon

The team headed toward the island not sure what they would find when they arrived.

Not the miraculous culminating event for the evening’s festivities Marcus had hoped.

After spending seventeen months acquiring permits for the campers, composing press releases and videotaping commercials, networking  to find and host three hundred hot-air-balloon enthusiasts for an extended weekend chock-full of enchanting edibles and up-scale entertainment- only to have it end with the last two balloons from the final platoon straying off  landing on Portage Island.

Had the balloons landed on the near shore – where they could be seen- that could have been racked up to a hazardous misadventure. But just beyond the hills. The ill-fated landing was not the true concern: the flash and the faint boom- that was what had the close-knitted family of enthusiasts most disturbed.

Supplies were loaded and ready in minutes. Now, all we could do was wait.

Written for Mondays Finish the Story (but not entered).


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