balloon
"He rises!" - "Now he flies!" - "Let it fly, let it go!"
on the arms and legs were a number of fair-balloons attached, so many that she Guido - the smallest and most slender of my primary school class - raised in the air. The other let go and he went flying, of which there was no way to transport him back to earth. A strong gust of wind drove him from the side, I rushed after the only one.
was through the open door, he blew into the stairwell and increased in the hexagonal structure to the roof. I climbed onto the struts of the ceiling structure and caught Guido, could it, now small and cylindrical, land safely on the stairs.
Not so the second air balloon victims: the balloons burst in the stairway, leaving the cargo falling into the cellar. Shrinking and astringent to the naked little bodies formed the plastic pieces have a bubble in which the victim was caught. Through the fall and the plastic, he was sure dead, I wanted to leave the basement when I saw that but still something was moving. In the gray, semi-transparent thin pink plastic bag moving arms and legs. I am so disgusted that I did not managed to free him, but ran up the basement stairs, pulled out my phone and wanted to dial the emergency number. In looking back I saw that there ar a woman who had put in the bubble: they had been freed and now rolled on his back, his whole body completely burned.
The phone was to use a little unusual: the display, there were many bodies, all of which is at zero, and at any place associated keys: when pressed, the indicator jumped to one, two and so on. However, somehow I pressed the wrong button and ended up in the channel selection and other technical menus. As I sat in the doorway, I was a young woman who wanted to go in there, yelled, I was sitting in the way and why I did that. I replied that it was something happens, they would learn in already, or they could well go into the cellar and see - what they then did.
I finally managed to produce in the third position in the display and chose a one to the emergency. It is reported, a police officer, I explained my concerns, but then realized that this was only an answering machine, which hung up again. After a brief moment of shock I was but another police station also connected, where you promised to send help.
The woman who had yelled me came running back out of the cellar, and we became good friends. The
Ambulance arrived, the doctor and several paramedics with carrying went to the basement while we were waiting outside the house. Unfortunately, he came back with a shrug after some time, and the fat paramedics only grinned ruefully - the victim was already dead, they could not do anything.
My new friends and I went to the pub, it quickly became more crowded, all young girls came in the door. Was Monday or Friday? Monday new schools came here on a school trip, Friday to a rented clubs over the weekend. My friend had meanwhile become an old married couple, with whom I am, sitting on steps, as they were in school in the break room, entertained. Then came an old man, bent, with bumps and terrible excesses. It was the dead air balloon offering, which sat down with us. His wife was also included. We talked about gardening, both aged couples, the dead and the living, understood very well. It was a very conciliatory, nice conversation, which took off from the surrounding soothing babble of teen girls, and in the course of which the excesses of the dead people were more and more until he got a but wrinkled, but very dignified face.
Bowed he walked away from the restaurant.
I had a dream this morning already so well forgotten, in the shower, I had only so the dull feeling: "There was something, something disgusting ... "- at once I remembered everything back on this man in the charred remains of balloon -. phew, the creepy ...
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