She put her lips to his mouth, blew him up, tied a string around his neck, the other end around her wrist, and she let him go, drifting up into the sky.
She let him float along above her, carried him with her from a distance wherever she went, so far up he couldn’t hear what she said to anyone, could hardly see what she was doing down there.
He just floated above her, tied to her wrist.
When she needed him she pulled him down, hugged him big, letting the air out, sucking it in, him deflating, ready to shoot around the room, her laughing, her voice squeaky, her need for breath leaving him breathless.
The Palm-Wine Drinkard