Monday, October 27, 2008
Carl, Sam and Mike howled in laughter as they came to check on me. The imp at the end of the strings fluttered on the ground as it laughed as well. My hands still held the bar but I was definitely sprawled across the beach. That little beast it was attached to had decided to ambush me when I leaped out of the water an incoming wave pushed over my boots. Post holes in the sand marked where my feet had landed during the giant strides I had taken to try to stay standing as the kite bolted inland. The rock that grabbed my foot feigned innocence but I saw a smug little smile when it thought I wasn’t looking. Obviously they had been in cahoots.
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