A lone red balloon, dearly cherished from childhood, multiplies as it leads Chance on a journey of acknowledgment.
She hoards everything: art canvasses, dresses never to be worn, packaged foods in bags, pieces of mail in see-through plastic containers, memories too dear to let go--even people. When a string of surreal deaths occur close to her, Chance's closet begins holding inhabitants, her house fills with balloons, and her mind stretches to remote recesses of insanity. A singular image of a lone red balloon she held onto as a child for solace guides her through this rabbit hole. As that early balloon memory begins to multiply, the images in her head become as cluttered as a claustrophobic's worst nightmare. An approaching reunion brings Chance face-to-face with a memory of which she has yet to let go.—Banks Helfrich
What happens when you hang onto everything?Every home has a junk drawer. Chance's entire home is a junk drawer. She hoards paintings found at yard sales and in dumpsters behind thrift stores; new dresses only to be worn once because they don't feel the same the second time; multiple plastic spatulas bought only because they were on sale; rubber-banded bundles of mail stacked and displayed methodically in see-through plastic containers on top of drawers filled with smudged notes on bits of bar napkins; and unexpectedly, people. When a string of sudden deaths of those close to her occur, balloons begin to appear in her house followed by eccentric apparitions in her closet. An image of a lone red balloon she held onto as a child for solace accompanies her to an approaching reunion for which she must come face to face with a memory she has yet to accept.
