The Kite
SHORT STORYINDIA10
Aditya
7/25/20261 min read
My kite tugged the string like it wanted freedom.
“Not yet,” I whispered.
A strong wind arrived. The string burned across my fingers and escaped. I watched the kite climb until it looked like a red comma in the sky.
I expected to feel sad.
Instead, I wondered where the sentence would go next.