i can remember when i was a little girl my mema gave me the most beautiful kite for her birthday :) she was sweet like that to me. see my mom had a habit of marrying complete bastards who never really allowed me toys or to be a kid....some hand me downs or crap like that. but this kite was different it was beautiful.

purple and red made a star across it and the coolest sparkly gold tail hung spiraling down from it. she told me i could fly it down at the beach after dinner...i barely ate.

it was glorious bouncing around the sky. something so wonderful all to myself. id never had anything so precious. then the wind picked up and tugged hard at the kite. my small hands flinched and i dropped the handle. it skipped along the sand just a teasing distance from me.

i ran arms outstretched after it....my heart beating hard, tears welling up. i was able to grab the string and held on tightly as it cut through the pink skin of my hands. i remember crying looking up at my beautiful kite knowing i couldnt hold on to it much longer as it painfully sliced through my palm.  the feeling of pain throbbing in my chest overtook me, tears stung my face as i let go and watched my kite dance mocking me in front of me.

my hands grew warm with blood, i looked down at them and noticed the handle by my shoe. i had held on to that kites' string until "the bloody end".

looking up i could see the now crimson string end playing with the pretty gold tail of my beautiful kite as it danced away from me.

i cried to my mema and she assured me that we could get another one...but i cried harder that i loved the one that got away.