Resentful, she watches from a hillock his kite zigzagging, its tail teasing the wind with ripples of burnt orange. Now reds, yellows, greens spin above her like an exotic bird ready to drop shit on top of her head.

Despite being earthbound, she knows his imagination soars high with the kite to plummet low,then swooping upwards once more, skimming over coarse grass as his soul attempts to escape from the clutches of her; the malevolent black bird.