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February 17, 2012 / upwardsmotion

The Kite

“The kite became a small splotch in the sky, it’s tail rippling silver behind it, a red slice cutting into the great big blue.”


The boy ran out into the field with a kite trailing bright colors behind him.  It was a precious kite; he had built it himself.  Made of paper in his favorite colors of orange and yellow, it boasted a tail of silver steamers ten feet long.  Fastened to the kite were hundreds of yards of bright red ribbon, coiled onto a large spool.

Today is the day!  the boy thought.

Today I’m going to fly my kite higher than ever.

He walked and walked until he came to the top of a hill in a corner of his field.  Looking up into the sky, the boy threw his kite into the air and watched as a gust of wind embraced it. The boy let out his breath as it rose effortlessly away from the ground.

The boy let more ribbon out.  Higher than his house now, the brilliant red ribbon streaked the sky, growing thinner and thinner the higher it went.  The kite passed a bird, squawking at the sight of it.  It became a small splotch in the sky, it’s tail rippling silver behind the red slice cutting into the cloudless great blue.

The boy smiled so hard his face began to hurt.  The kite went up, and up, and up, until it reached air currents that blew harder and faster than those below.  He looked down and saw he was about to reach the end of his spool.   Raising his eyes to the colors in the sky,  he smiled harder still.  Before the spool was spent, a great gust of wind grabbed his kite and the ribbon snapped.  Away his kite flew.

Come back!!!” he screamed and jerked his body into motion.

The boy ran, and ran, and ran, following the pinprick of color through the field and over the hills.  Lungs burning, he ran into a dark woods after his creation.  He lost sight of his kite while he ran recklessly through the trees, keeping the vision of orange and yellow and silver in his mind.  Growing tired, he slowed down and looked around.  All about him was dark and green.  He was now deep in the wood.  The boy no longer recognized the forest around him; he had never been so far from home.

Oh no... he thought to himself, I’m lost!

The boy ran in the direction he had come from.  He soon realized he didn’t know where he was going.  For what seemed hours the boy walked through the endless wood.  Not knowing what else to do, he held on to the image of the kite and kept moving forward.

I flew it too high he thought.  If only I hadn’t flown it so high.

The boy wandered on through the dim light of the forest.  Finally, when he had about given up hope, a break in the tree line appeared in the distance.


Sprinting towards the opening, he let a laugh of relief wash over him; only to stop at the edge of a field.  Dread flooded him.

This isn’t my field.  I’m further from home than ever and I’ll never see my kite again.

The boy walked over to a rock and sat upon it.   Breaking into tears, he wept piteously  into his arms.

My kite, myself, we’re both lost now.


A voice wavered over the sobs and caused the boy to jump.  Wiping his face with his sleeve he answered back.


A girl stood a little ways away.  She was holding a red ribbon in her hand.

“Is this your ribbon?  I’ve been following it for a little while now.” she said softly

“My kite!”, the boy exclaimed as his face broke into a huge grin.

“Oh, I love kites!”  she said, “we’ll follow this ribbon to your kite!”

The boy and girl followed the red ribbon in it’s opposite direction.  The two ran over fields and hills, watching the bright red color snake through the green of the ground.  The land rose and the two children neared the end of their journey.  Atop a great hill sat a tree that raked the sky.  The ribbon rose into the air and into the branches.  High above, in the very top of the tree, the orange and yellow kite waved down to them.

“There it is!” The boy yelled with relief as the girl ran laughing behind him.

Running to the ribbon in the air, the boy pulled down on it. It did not give.  He yanked and strained, but no amount of his strength would dislodge the kite from it’s lofty perch.  The boy sat down with a groan.

“It’s no use, I flew my kite too high,” he despaired.

“No, your ribbon just wasn’t strong enough,”  the girl said, taking it from him.

She walked over to the giant tree and gently tugged on the ribbon, giving it slack and tugging again.  The boy watched as his kite jostled around on it’s branch.  Sliding over, the kite began lowering through the branches, one by one, until it rested on the ground.  Biting off the ribbon, she handed the lost kite back to the boy.

“This kite is very beautiful.  If you show me how to make one I will give you ribbon strong enough so that we can fly them as high as we want.”

“Yes I will show you!” the boy said. “Thank you for everything”.

As they walked down the hill with the bright red ribbon dragging behind them, the boy grabbed the girl’s hand with an urgent look in his eyes.

“What are your favorite colors?” the boy asked.

“Blue and purple,” she replied.

Looking back at his kite she added with a smile, “and red and silver”.

“Good.” the boy said, relaxing his face.  “Lets go make your kite together.”

The two soon found a shortcut between their fields and a few days later they met again on the great hill with their newly made kites.  Larger and stronger, their kites flew high enough so that people could see them from far, far away.  Inspired by the colors in the sky, the people began building their own kites. Soon the summer fields and skies miles around filled up with beautiful specks of colors; each kite trailed shimmering silver tails behind them.


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  1. Rhonda Pray / Feb 20 2012 3:04 am

    yes! it works! evocative, simple and the illustration is original . I read it aloud which worked well. With a few editing points here & there it’s good to go…can’t wait to see more pictures.

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