Drabble

She was enchanted.
The little girl reached to touch; but it slipped away. She scowled and raised her head unwillingly, blinking her eyes as if his face was too bright to look at.

“Mister, why are you hugging a plastic bag?”
“Because.” he answered nonchalantly. A confused expression shadowed her smile. “Don't you see, it is a balloon.”

He looked away and closed himself to the outside world once again; drowning in his own, real-life problems.

“Why are you holding it that tight?”
“So it won't run away.” he mumbled. Then, after pretending to sleep for a while he reopened his eyes, only to meet hers.
“Don't worry, it can't run away too far ”, her smile reappeared on the corners of her lips, “ this, little mademoiselle , is a very mischievous creature, soon it will come back, when it's hungry.”