by Wendy Steele
The rain has stopped. I ruffle my rufous body and preen my black-tipped wings. Far above, my parents call.
The undulating land below me is colour-washed with golden hues as the giant orb retakes its place in the blue of eternity and I fly. Never before have I harnessed the air for my pleasure and I call my delight as I dive and climb. I laugh at the creatures in miniature below me. It's all wind to them.
A generous updraught holds me in glorious suspension until a glance of my wing sends me soaring and the spiral dance begins.
Author bio: Wendy Steele lives on a hillside in Wales with her partner and cats. Following training in belly dance and writing, she has published novels and novellas in the magical realism genre and teaches ATS® Belly Dance. Renovating her Grade II listed farmhouse and reading fill the rest of her time. www.wendysteele.com
Kite is part of 101 Fiction issue 11.