found drama

You’re in a field. There is a hot air balloon overhead. A bright red hot air balloon. A thick rope dangles down from the balloon. That is your voting booth. You grab the rope and start to climb. You pull yourself up, hand over hand. It is a struggle. The balloon is so high. A hundred feet? Two hundred feet? But you keep climbing. You keep putting one hand over the other. You look down only once, at about the halfway point. Winds gust and the rope sways, but you hold fast and keep climbing. At last, you reach the basket and haul yourself over. There’s a pencil and a ballot and the box to drop them in.

(Photo credit: Adrian Pratt on Flickr.)

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