forkandles

"Hold this" he said.
I took hold of the huge stunt Kite that he passed to me.
A sudden gust took the yellow monstrosity and my feet lifted from the ground; I fought against it, was dragged along the ground. I became airborne again.

"Hold on, I'll grab the line" he cried.
He tripped.
Everyone else just stood there, watching.

I looked down.
"Shit!" I was above head height and climbing.
I struggled and kicked to bring the kite back down.
10 feet.
30 feet.
The people below were becoming ever smaller.

"Dear God: what the fuck do I do now?"