I had no real idea what I was getting into.
It sounded simple enough.
Write 100 words a day in response to a prompt.
It cannot be difficult I though,
but oh my goodness,
I often had to step well out of my comfort zone
Talking of approaches, hark, there is something in the sky.
I strain my eyes,
squinting against the harsh sunshine.
Is It a UFO or a continuation of a dream from yesterday?
I listen intently,
but all I can hear is next door’s leaf blower.
It draws closer and closer.
I hope it isn’t one of those 'let's set fire to the world' sky lanterns.
Then I realise that it is merely a balloon.
I say merely a balloon,
but even that is not great for the environment.
They use some of the world’s precious supply of helium.
Then they get trapped in trees and remain there for years,
taunting passers by.
The future could be bright,
but not if it features orange helium balloons!
Not a balloon, but it is orange...
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