Magic day

Five year old Charlie stood in the now empty garden. His birthday party was finished and all his friends had gone home.
The day had been great. The piñata lay empty on the grass. Popped blue balloons scattered on the ground.

Then he saw it. A lone red balloon. He wondered where it came from. Charlie tried to catch it before it flew high into the sky. Then the balloon popped and he saw a bright yellow flash from which a white unicorn appeared, and shaking free his iridescent wings he looked down at Charlie and galloped into the sunset.