The year is 2032. It is the day of the 10th annual balloon festival in Barcelona, Spain. An old man sits in an alley, out of sight. He is tired, so very tired. He strokes his long grey beard and taps his dusty leather shoes. He hears the advertisements of street vendors and the laughter of children. The sounds of the balloons remind him of his past.
He is waiting in a line. Tattered American flags, covered in bullet holes, hang from giant poles. Marines try to comfort crying families while gunshots boom in the distance. He is boarding a plane. He takes his seat and looks out the window, just as a Russian bomber drops it's load and nuclear fallout spreads across the country. The world, as he knew it, was dead.
The old man leaves the ally and enjoys the balloon festival.
Very interesting, i get the feeling of the flashback immediately, well done.
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