Blown up balloons

The red balloon was the last one. All others had fallen long ago, empty and lifeless. Their colorful corpses lay under him, scattered, like the cobbles in Clowns Road. Had someone looked closer, he would've seen the edges were carefully glued to the floor underneath. But no one paid attention: the hall had been deserted long ago.

The red balloon was the last one, and from above he could see the whole picture, and appreciate it better than anyone.