Solitary :: Fly, Ron, Fly

Fly, Ron, fly.

            Walk three blocks down the Arkwood village entrance, and you will find yourself mesmerized by what would seem as the widest, greenest, flawless grass field, stretching for miles and miles into the horizon. However, the land itself is not what makes it interesting, yet it is the continuous flow of wind from up South. With astonishing scenery and strong breezes, ‘The Great Meadow’, as locals would call it, is the most noticeable landmark of Arkwood, and one that puts the small village on the map as a kiting heaven. Thus, one would always be able to witness a magnificent kite show here, no matter what turn of the hour.

            True, everyday groups and groups of kite fans would gather here, all with their kites flying high up in the air, colourful, graceful. Among such kite enthusiasts is a little boy, a local, Shawn. Every evening, one could expect Shawn to be at The Great Meadow, besides the large stone and under the large tree. But our story is not of this boy, oh no, but it is about his kite. Diamond-shaped, and coloured with bright yellow and chartreuse, it is a standard kite, made by Shawn’s deceased father. ‘Ron’ was its name.

            Every evening, Ron would be flying, like all kites do. It floats, still, with the occasional sway of left to right, and right to left, but it floats there, above the large stone and besides the large tree, and continues floating there, still. Every evening, Ron could see the other kites, flying, like all kites do, but higher, with more graceful sways of left to right, and right to left, and they fly further, further away from the large stone and large tree. Every evening, Ron would want to be the same, it wants to fly higher, it wants to be free.

            As such, one evening, Ron planned to escape from Shawn, from the large stone and large tree. It purposely stuck its string to the large tree, and it swayed, left to right, until the string finally snapped. Shawn looked helplessly as Ron flew higher and higher, swaying left to right, right to left, away from him, away from the large stone and large tree, and away from The Great Meadow. Finally, Ron was happy. It flew higher than the rest of the kites and much further away. It was so happy that it did not care where he wet. He was free, that was what matters.

            Days passed, and Ron finally reached another place. A place it knew nothing of. There were no trees, no grass, but there were stones. But these stones were nothing like the stones back in Arkwood. They were shaped in cubes. Large cubes of stone. High cubes of stone. And on the cubes were long metal horns. They were so long; Ron was occasionally stuck to them, restricted from flying. Then there was the rain. It rained and rained, until Ron became dull. It was not yellow anymore. Along with the rain came thunder, thunder which shook Ron with pain. It got scared. It was scared of the cubed stones, of the metal horns, of the rain, the thunder, all of which it never experienced before, when it was in Arkwood, when it flew above the large stone, and besides the large tree.

            With a sudden consciousness, Ron flew back, back to Arkwood, back to The Great Meadow, back to the large stone and large tree. It went and rested on the large stone, and waited till evening, waited till Shawn came. Then, like every evening, Shawn came to the large stone and large tree, but this time there was a difference. In his hands was a kite. Diamond-shaped, and coloured with bright red, it is a standard kite, made by Shawn himself. And as usual, Shawn flew the kite, above the large stone and besides the large tree. And he didn’t even see the beaten up kite on the large stone.

            Ron wanted to fly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : Ahh, kites. I can still remember my knee getting torn from a fall while playing my kite, with little pebbles in my flesh, and blood gushing out. (ok, this is outta context -.-) Alhamdulillah I was able to write again, though my writing have clearly been dulled by time. This was written during 'the writing regime' I gave to my friends as an exercise. (We're having a study camp, and I am the honorary 'Satanic Teacher'. lol XD) This was written to show that I was also doing work, and I'm glad I did. From the rest, I could see some interesting (if not odd) talents from Lee, Fadh, Mike and Dini. Anyways, this piece is a little shaky and dull, so lets hope I'll write some more and get my edge back. Thanks~! :)