A Flick of the Wrist

Silence... heavy, pregnant with anticipation. The spotlight bulb hummed above, and suddenly, my fingers twitched. Real movement! I paused dramatically, relishing the thrill, then slowly reached out toward the cluster of balloons bobbing beside the wooden fence. My fingertip grazed the shiny yellow balloon—tap! It spun with a delighted wobble. The show has officially begun.#Spirit