Having second thoughts

 

I expect my kite to soar far beyond the mountain tops, up through the passing jumbo jets and eventually, some astronomer standing in his back yard, with chickens running about, looks through his telescope at the moon and sees my kite, almost touching the surface.

 

Of course, it will make the local papers.  Alien Spacecraft Appears on Lunar Surface.

 

Meanwhile, I will have grown weary of holding this end of the string, and not wishing to wind it all up again, I’ll just hand it off to some passing kid.  “Hey kid, want to fly a kite?”

 

He or she, of course, won’t be able to see it from where they are, but being a kid, they’ll take hold of the string anyway.  It will be like an imaginary friend, only it’s a kite no one can see.

 

Not wanting to let go, they will stay there far too long and one of their parents will come looking for them.  The adult won’t for a minute believe the invisible kite story and they will send their kid to see the school psychiatrist.  This entire event gets blown all out of proportion, the shrink, who never believed in all that mumbo-jumbo anyway, quits and takes a job as a tour bus driver overseas somewhere.

 

She eventually sees an old copy of the tabloid talking about the mysterious moon landing but never pieces it all together.

Maybe I shouldn't do this.