His kite tugged against the string in Johnny’s hands. The breeze carried it higher and higher.
The boy squinted to see the kite’s Superhero logo against the clouds, lit up by the setting sun. He and his kite had a connection. He could almost hear his favorite Superhero: “If I didn’t have this tail holding me back, I could climb to infinity and beyond!”
Suddenly, as if in answer, the kite’s tail ripped off and fluttered away in the breeze. But the kite—once stable, majestic—whirled, spun, and plummeted to the ground, hopelessly broken.