Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
Once upon a time there was a small boy idly kite flying alongside a high-rise parking lot on a very windy day. He walked slowly along the cobbled footpath, completely oblivious to the hustle and bustle of the world passing him by. Suddenly he became extremely agitated when the kite started plummeting towards the overhead power lines. Everyday, the boy had been had been kite flying during this week, he had encountered no such problems; no mishaps, no unforseen obstacles. But today was different. He was now forced to use previously untapped skills to protect his beloved kite. One day in the previous week, he was unable to go kite flying due to the unusually inclement weather; this was the only interruption to his normal daily routine. Today was very different. The boy stated to jiggle and wiggle the kite string, using his whole body like some deranged juggler. His eyes never left the kite as the traffic whizzed by. His skill was outstanding, enabling him to deftly shift the kite from its perilous flight toward the overhead wires.
An old man stood on the opposite side of the road, watching intently. The boy had a sense he was being watched and finally his concentration was broken; he looked across the road at the old momentarily forgetting the kite’s doomed destination. The two stared at each other for what seeme…
