Ari's Mum's 100wc

As she blew up the red balloon, the concentration of uplifting, joyful anticipation filled the rubber bag, making it creak and fade as it expanded. With a few deft movements, she twisted the narrow end and knotted it, sealing in that potent concoction. She tied it to her peeling window sill, one bright splash of colour against the tired paintwork of the hotel. The balloon tugged against its leash, straining to join the raucous seagulls, and as it did so, the hotel foundations began to groan. Then, unable to resist the will of the little balloon, the building began to ascend...