He loved how the wind dragged the balloon seller down the High Street, running alongside getting lost in his bubbling rainbow.
He wanted pink – always pink. Pink was for girls. He got blue. On birthdays, Action Man green.
He marched with his green balloon along Parade Street. A special boy on a special day. He couldn’t see any other boys with green balloons.
He cut a sad figure as he waved goodbye and his balloon melded into blue sky. He thought he was the strongest boy in the world. The wind was stronger.
He cried 47 tears.
He turned and caught his reflection in Marks and Spencer’s window. Forty years on, the balloon seller and the child were gone.
He knew it was time to let go.
© Davy D 2017