Children
Children love to play in the sun and kiss responsibilities goodbye. Never yielding to the time of the sky or the calls of parents. Malory could relate to children in that manner. She never looked back on anything.
Maybe that was a mistake. Or a fatal flaw.
She wouldn’t look back to see which.
A small girl fumbled with a kite shaped like a butterfly. The rainbow of colors never reaching more than a few feet off the ground before laying still. She whined in frustration stareing at her dark brown hands.
Why does this have to be soooooo difficult?
Not getting an answer she again lifted the kite over her head. Only this time a breeze caught the kite and pulled it off the ground.
