The thought
made him consider hauling Justin back to town, although the truck might
finish the job the sun had started.
"A second or two," Zeke replied. But before he could load Justin into
the truck, he figured he would have to collect a few things from the
house, and maybe from the fridge he'd collect a few drinks...
"That thing up there hasn't fallen a foot in ten minutes or so."
Maybe Justin had a small bottle of something tucked away under the...
"What thing?"
Justin pointed.
Zeke shielding his eyes with his hands and looked up. "Oh, that
weather balloon?"
Justin's expectant face seemed to droop. "That what it is?"
"Yep. Looks like it's almost out of helium, the way it's floating so
low. Launched 'em myself thirty years ago in the Army."
"Oh," muttered Justin "Be seeing ya, Zeke." He turned back to the
porch.
Damn, thought Zeke, plodding back to the truck, if I told him it was a
flying saucer I might have got a beer after all. Coincidentally, a
gust of wind took the balloon higher into the sky.
7. Fallout
"This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
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