Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The little girl stands on the porch of the family business and talks to herself. She’s in the middle of a fascinating one-way conversation. She waves an imaginary friend over to something she has devised. She reaches over the railing, tugging at a string she has tied there. As she tugs, the string lifts, the plastic bag tied to the other end fills with air and lifts. It is her plastic bag kite. She raises the string and the wind carries her kite up, then she lowers the string and the kite sits like a pet. She tugs and explains the process to her imaginary friend, waving her hands, nodding at the empty space at her side. Then she lets out a huge sigh, like her imaginary friend just doesn’t grasp the joy of the kite pet. Yet, she tries again, relegated to playing alone and putting up with friends like these.
When her mother appears, she squeals. She runs to greet Mama, to explain her kite again, this time to someone who should really appreciate her handiwork.