Let's Go Fly...
凧 | Microfiction
Fūjin 風神 brought his tiny finger to his mouth, licked it, and raised it to the wind. Furrowing his brow, he nodded. He wasn't sure what it meant, but Sofu 祖父 had always done it, so it must be important.
He missed Sofu.
Gripping the handle tightly, he ran as fast as his little legs could, dragging the colorful heap of bamboo and washi paper behind him.
Suddenly the string pulled tautly–
Up...
Up...
Tugging gently, his big eyes traveled skyward, excitedly meeting his bright tako 凧 soaring above.
He hoped Sofu was watching from the clouds. He’d be proud.
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Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (10)
Sofu would be proud indeed. Delightful!
Sublime, Kristen! So so so so sublime. I really can't think of any words to really say more than that! Great work with so few words, Kristen!
Simply magical, transporting us to distant lands, rising high with the tako to greet Sofu.
A little bit of magic right there! https://youtu.be/ruJnPqdxmTs
Awe I loved this story! Memories of loved ones who have passed. This is heart warming I want to read more of this story!
Wow this was powerful. What a glorious image... your writing is so evocative. And that last line... ✨
Okay, my heart is stuck in my throat now. Just a few little words to make me tear up, wow Kristen!
Charming, heart-warming, wistful. And with a cute child... you really got me💙Anneliese
This story really tugs at the heart 💜
Beautiful story. and a nice emotional layer added there in the last line.