hwrnmnbsol (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hwrnmnbsol) wrote2011-06-07 10:51 pm
hwrnmnbsol) wrote2011-06-07 10:51 pm
Entry tags:
Kites (100 words)
I brought my kite down to the beach. Others were already there, barefoot, holding tethered boxes and straining deltas, tails flapping in the breeze. I got my kite out.
Despite the posted warnings, I let my kite off the line. It joyfully leaped skywards, twisting and bucking, smelling other kites, skimming the surf. Kites want to be free. It's a shame a few rogue kite attacks led to these draconian laws.
"Hey," shouted a man, "do you mind?" My kite scudded away, leaving a steaming pile of bamboo and twine on the sand.
"Sorry," I called, reaching for my baggie.
Despite the posted warnings, I let my kite off the line. It joyfully leaped skywards, twisting and bucking, smelling other kites, skimming the surf. Kites want to be free. It's a shame a few rogue kite attacks led to these draconian laws.
"Hey," shouted a man, "do you mind?" My kite scudded away, leaving a steaming pile of bamboo and twine on the sand.
"Sorry," I called, reaching for my baggie.