Want to be part of the Weekly Writing Challenge? Using the prompt above, write your story and publish it with a link to this story. I nodded and hoped that the kid would get to discover the joy of flying kites. The mother stopped at the door and turned back toward me and mouthed “Thank you.” The kid’s dad walked up with a fresh hair cut and the boy excitedly asked, “Dad, can we go fly a kite?” The father looked a bit confused but nodded as the family went to leave the barber. The thrill of it is more exciting than any game you play on the iPad.” But that’s never stopped me from flying kites. If a kite gets to close to a tree, the tree will snatch it out of the air and eat it up. Kites are like a bar of chocolate to them. I smiled, “But you got to fly the kite in an open space and watch out for trees.” I looked at him and his eyes were opened wide and his mouth formed a little “o”. Then I realized that the kid hadn’t moved at all. Photo by Jozef Fehu00e9r on Waiting in a chair is never easy, except when you are waiting for a long overdue hair cut. Lost in memories of flying kites when I was young, I fell silent for a minute. Weekly Writing Challenge 15 The Kite Posted on ApPrompt Write about flying a kite. Then before it hits the ground you give a mighty pull and it will turn and skim the ground before swooping back up to the heavens.” That’s when you feel the power of the kite, you can hear the roar of the wind. With a bit of practice you can get the kite to do a nosedive towards the ground. “Oh yeah, by pulling the string to one side and then the other, you can make your kite swoop across the sky. Along the way, I stopped a few times to reflect on the writing challenge. Most would fall under the broad categories of intentional living, life experiences, writing and poetry. “A hundred feet is about perfect though if you want to do tricks.” Final thoughts on the 52-Week Writing Challenge As part of the 52-Week Writing Challenge, I completed 34 published pieces. The kid sat there listening in rapt attention. A hundred feet, two hundred feet, three hundred feet or more.” On a windy day, you let the kite catch the wind and rise up into the air. I laughed lightly, “A kite is made from cloth or plastic and wood attached to a long string. The kid stopped what he was doing on the iPad and looked up at me. Leaning toward the kid, I said, “Have you ever flown a kite?” Thinking I might get a bit of research done for this story. His mother kept admonishing him to be still, but she was also ignored. The kid ignored me as he was engrossed in his game. I looked over to see what he was playing and grinned. The kid was playing a game on his iPad and fidgeting with his legs shooting out occasionally and tapping my leg. The buzz of clippers, the smell of hair products and the banter of the barbers is soothing.Ī woman and her son sat next to me while waiting for her husband to get his hair cut.
There is never a sense of resignation that you are there because you have to be there, like going to DMV hell. Waiting in a chair is never easy, except when you are waiting for a long overdue hair cut.
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