It was my first day in the juvenile psychiatric ward. The wall inside was painted with a mural – a cheerful daytime scene of a child flying a kite. I could relate. But I wasn’t the child; I was the kite, tethered to the earth by nothing but a single string.
Janelle Seabock is a writer with a love for horror, fantasy, and animals of all kinds. She currently resides in Florida.
Poignant writing, Janelle!
And, when you’re there, that kitestring’s nothing but the thinnest thread, eh?
Been there; done that. You tell it well.
An absolute masterpiece!
Only an amazingly talented and creative person could come up with a gem like this one.
Love this.
This reminds me of kite-flying with my grandmother years ago. ^_^
But then the bird people came and wanted me to do all this physics stuff xD so I told them, quite sleepily, oh-tay. I bit. After all, I had the A from Physics I. It IS true I hadn’t taken Physics II, yet, but it all follows, right?
It seems, though, that there’s a lot of undone work to be found in the various animals of the world, though, in Ecology. Tilly and I are working on it, though! (She’s asleep right now, though. That cat’s always asleep, though.)
Beautifully written, vivid imagery!
very compelling.