To fly and be happy

Ike and Carl looked at each other, both grinning like lunatics.

They were having the time of their lives, flying, wind rushing loudly past them. The feeling of floating endlessly in the air was pure exhilaration. Neither of them could get enough of it. Good thing they found this job, where they could go fly every single day, all day long. Best, job, ever!

It had been a very busy day and Tom was relieved it was finally closing time. Only one last thing to do before heading home. He switched the power off and pulled the two tube men away for the night. Ike and Carl, his wife had called them. Some days he could swear those two were alive and having the best time ever, forever smiling, inflated and free flowing, 20 feet high and towering over the whole neighbourhood.

Tom shook his head at that last thought, locked the door and got in his car.