Hot Air Balloon

In response to Sunday Fictioneer

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"Hey! Stop", Jerry's manager was running behind him.

"Really? Is he doing this for the orange I ate?"

Jerry got a part-time job in the cafeteria while pursuing his studies in the city college. He would have preferred the job in the lab or the library but those were already taken.

Working in the cafeteria was not bad. His manager was an obnoxious, short-tempered,  guy who always wore a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. He wore suspenders to ensure his belly bulges sat inside and his shorts don't fall off. It also had some perks. Jerry would sneak in a sandwich or a fruit, while his manager was looking away.

Jerry raced down the road behind the campus. The road led to a valley with sprawling green meadows.

He could hear his manager panting and puffing and slowing down. "I will see you tomorrow", he called out as he rested against a rock.

Jerry continued to jog down. The air was festive and he could hear laughter. The sky was kaleidoscopic with colorful balloons floating. "That's the balloon festival everyone was talking about", he exclaimed as he grabbed a rope to jump in.