“It was sabotage,” Jeff, the hot air balloon pilot, said. “Someone was out for the destruction of my balloon. He punctured my propane tanks, which resulted in a fuel leak and the burners to fail, causing the balloon to crash.”
“I see,” Detective Morissey said.
“It was scary,” Jeff said. “My passengers started screaming as we fell to the ground. My job is to look after the well-being of my passengers. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured.”
“So,” Morissey said, “Who do you think is behind this, and why?”
“This was not just a fortuitous incident. See that balloon up there?” Jeff asked, pointing to the red, purple, and green balloon. “That pilot is responsible. He used to be the big shot around here. But earlier this year I won the Balloonist of the Year award and I’ve been gaining passengers ever since then. He can’t stand being in my shadow.”
“Okay, I’ll handle this,” the detective said. He went up to the pilot of the balloon in question, which had just landed, and started to question him.
“Did you have anything to do with Jeff’s balloon crash?” Morissey asked.
The guy didn’t bat an eye. “Who? Me?”
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Image: freephotos.cc. Also for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (destruction), Word of the Day Challenge (well-being), Ragtag Daily Prompt (fortuitous), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (shadow), The Daily Spur (handle), and Daily Addictions (bat).