Here is my 100 word story prompted by the photo cue for this week’s Friday Fictioneers:
Andreas stood straddling his bicycle and held his breath in awe of the hot air balloon. In splendorous yellow, vermillion and purple, it lifted away. Andreas shielded his eyes from the sun and waved at the diminishing figures in the basket below.
Then he mounted his bike and gave chase. His legs pumped furiously along the country lanes, with the object of his pursuit always in sight.
Until the balloon suddenly vanished, swallowed up by the heavy gloom that hung menacingly above a city up ahead.