Watching and waiting
Shirley waited patiently in the shadows, her eyes on the balloons, until well after sunset.
The lights came on gradually, sector by sector, until the whole fair was illuminated.
The blinking lightbulbs reflected mesmerizingly on the silvery metallic coating of the foil balloons.
Shirley waited a while; then, taking a deep breath, she lunged out of the shadows and made her way swiftly towards the balloons.
Deftly seizing them in one hand, she liberated them with the other using a large pocket knife and continued to run; the balloons aloft, trailing just behind her.
Without slowing, she ran on until she reached the edge of the fairground.
Raising her gaze to the night sky, she let go of the balloons. They floated up into the sky until they came into contact with the overhead power lines. A blue flash; a loud bang; then the fair was plunged into darkness.
In the ensuing confusion; nobody noticed Shirley’s brothers, and their oversized holdalls.
Easy pickings tonight!
This is my entry to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) organised by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to use a photo prompt and write between 150 +- 25 words.