It was the Annual Kite competition. Thousands of villagers had gathered near the local temple. Red, blue, green - kites of various hues adorned the sky. But as always, their eyes were glued on Hari. Will he be able to win the competition again, third time in a row?
Hari's prowess in kite-flying was known all over. As expected, he emerged victorious, again.
The crowd erupted in joy when Hari rode on to the stage to collect his winner's medal, sitting on his wheel chair.
Hari could not walk, but that didn't stop him from flying, with his kite.
This 99 word fiction is shared with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - K.
What a vision!
ReplyDeleteLoved this :)