Couldn’t resist this prompt. Reminded me of a well-loved film.
He took a crayon from the pot and drew a red balloon, and at the end of the long string, he drew himself.
The master crumpled up the paper and tossed it in the bin angrily, but later, after school, the child met his friend on the corner, and in her hand she held the strings of two balloons, a red and a blue.
She smiled, handed him the red one, and together they drifted away, over the rooftops of the unkind city to the place where balloons and children fly free.