A Kite

A linoleum kite was held by a kid, flying like any other kite. The only difference was because it was not made of paper or plastic. Its pillars were made of uneven sticks. Its thread was short as the kid does not want to let it go. Simple kite carries meanings in the right side of the road, between trucks and mini cars.

Innocence of kids creates innovations with tiny fingers and great minds. The kite flew on the same level as the kid's head and half of it was torn as winds were stronger than what the linoleum can bear. Still the kid holds the kite as he holds hope that it will fly as he runs. As he runs faster, winds penetrate the kite's body and make it look as if bullets got through it. Then, it surrounds as flying pieces. The kid slows down and looks at it with tearful eyes. He buries the remaining wrecks of the kite next to him in his home under the cartoon roof.

The kid wakes up in a new day and thinks to make a new hope, kite, but this time will be made of his roof. It will be made of cartoon to resist winds. And tomorrow he makes it from tree leaves and after tomorrow he is going to try with plastic bags and the day after who knows. He will only try to make his own hope that lasts for a day.