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Fifty Word Fiction

The Dream

It was the balloon ride that did it. He was forever in ecstasy of flight, and nothing less than the perpetual openness of sky would keep him happy. He tied the cape then launched himself over the edge. They found his body fifty meters downstream, a smile on his face.

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