The Golden Age of Ballooning
I looked at my fellow enthusiasts, I finally understood the appeal of ballooning. Up here in the wild blue yonder not only was the air cleaner, there was a sense of tranquillity. The atmosphere was quiet, save for the occasional roars of the fires for the balloon.
From up here the world seemed a calm place and the ground below like a toy town spread over a child’s lawn. I smiled to my flying partner, she produced the crystal radio set and set the frequency. A minute later the message was transmitted and the acknowledgement returned, we look at one another. When would the Kremlin suspect that we were double agents?
The Haunted Wordsmith’s Elemental Challenge: Calm