The Balloon, Donald Barthelme

by Barthelme, Donald

If you’ve been listening for a while, you may know that I have an unfortunate habit of whining, incessantly and irrepressibly, in those months when the cold has rendered my extremities indistinguishable from assorted varieties of freezer section meats. It’s a problem I’ve known about, it’s one that those around me suffer in kind on behalf of all of you, and it’s one that I’d love to kick, if only I inject some lock de-icer into these knees. Maybe anti-freeze would work?

Someone on iTunes recently remarked that he suspects I may be mentally insane. You may be correct, anonymish commentator. Or, I may be cold, is all.

But this should warm us right up, regardless its effect on our mental state.

(ps: for those of you who are made of time, I’ve been tossing some petals to the wind on tumblr. Unsure if it’ll stick. But come say hello.)

Article written by miette

Miette has been podcasting the best of world literature's short fiction since March 2005, when she was just a pup.

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  1. Nick
    Nick December 25, 2010 at 7:21 am |

    Thank you!

  2. Boris
    Boris July 9, 2013 at 8:43 am |

    Thank you very much for reading. Big fan of Barthelme here.

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