For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator. A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.
The reds, yellows, and blues of the kite glow as it sails in front of the sun.
Poor Icarus and his melted wings, I think. What must it have felt like to soar through the sky only to have the experience cut brutally short?
I close my eyes, feeling the subtle tugs of the string in my hands as the wind pulls the little kite to and fro.
What if it could lift me from the ground? What if I could grow wings and fly?
With my upturned face warmed by sunlight, I imagine being swept up in the wind.