There's a red balloon in the window of the abandoned house. Always floating there, gently swaying in an invisible draft. A spot of color on a weathered gray background; cheeriness in despair.
There's a tag hanging on the balloon. You can see it from the street, but you can't read it. Nobody wants to go in the house to check it. So the balloon just floats there, never sagging, never deflating, just floating.
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