The flying tooth…

‘Oh Shit’, she howled in pain.  She remembered the fateful day; it came to her in vivid images – disjointed but in order and slow-motion. She and her classmates playing ‘hit and run’ where one throws a board-duster full of chalk powder onto somebody’s face and then runs for their life. She laughing after throwing the duster … More The flying tooth…

Control

She says ‘Look, I control the strings and you’. The kite says ‘But I have control over you, I can fly however high I want and break free from you when I want’. But the wind laughs at both, And moves the kite in whichever direction it wants to.