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March 15, 2005
Balloons
Somewhere along the line, he forgot who he was. They told him: just hold onto one piece of yourself. So you can find your way back.
He did at first. Then it started to slip away, melding into the world around him, flitting in and out of reality.
By the time he found that elusive string again, it had changed inexorably. Thomas wasn't Thomas anymore. He could have been a doormat, or a chair, or a balloon. In fact, it was the third that he professed to be. Floating about the sky became his newest hobby.
He never actually left the ground.
Posted by requiem at March 15, 2005 08:33 PM
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