In honor of this weekend’s local balloon festival, here’s a short romance for all that have oversized, helium-filled dreams.
Shifting her glasses up the bridge of her nose, Cathy huffed her disappointment. She slipped her phone back into her purse and considered making a U-turn. Today’s hot air balloon ride was her birthday present from Becky. She didn’t know if she wanted to do it alone.
The reservation was for 4:00. She had a picnic ready for some girl time, but Becky had a last-minute meeting with her boss.
“You only live once,” Becky had said. “You might as well enjoy the ride.”