Dance, red balloon

And the two word challenge continues! This time my friend specified not two words, but rather a word and a two-word phrase (hence the title of this post).

But the challenge remains the same — to spin these words into a tale. Below is the story I came up with this time.



“My love is like a red balloon.” he smiled sweetly at her as he said it, although he needed to lean closer in his chair for her to hear him over the party music.

She shook her head. “Thanks for the compliment, but that’s not right. What Robert Burns actually wrote in 1794 was ‘My love is like a red red rose’. Wait, how can you be getting that wrong?”

He looked puzzled. “I could swear those were the words.”

“Look,” she said, “your typical modern latex balloon is made by refining natural rubber through a process that wasn’t even perfected until 1931…”

“Yes, I know,” he said, rolling his eyes. “the Tilly Cat balloons, made by Neil Tillotson in his attic. Everybody knows that. What’s your point?”

“The point, dear, is that you said ‘red balloon’ instead of ‘red red rose’, and 1931 happened a lot later than 1794. I mean really, you might want to get your Google Chip checked.”

He snorted. “My Google Chip is just fine thank you. Don’t you like it when I say sweet things to you?”

“Oh yes, most definitely. It’s just that sometimes you say the weirdest stuff since your last upgrade. But feel free to woo me any time.”

“OK, then,” he said, “Shall I compare thee to a red balloon? Thou art more lovely and more temperate…”

“Now wait a minute,” she said, “that is not what Mr. Shakespeare said. Even Faraday’s original balloon in 1824 was a distinctly post-Elizabethan development.”

“So you’re saying I’ve got my facts wrong? But that’s impossible — nobody ever gets their facts wrong. That’s the whole point of … Oh, wait!”

“What?” she was eyeing him curiously now.

“They’re playing that song I really like, you know, the English version. It was a big hit for that 1980′s German singer Nena. What’s it called again — 99 something.”

“Oh, whatever,” she smiled at him. “You are totally useless, and that’s why I love you.” She kissed him on the lips and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s shut up and dance.”

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