Watch the Wind
Sam tosses the kite up into the air, shading her eyes as it wobbles in the cold wind. The fabric ripples and snaps, tie-cord thrumming. Satisfied, she turns, her shadow falling across the screen between my hands. “Did it work?”
“Sensors are active.” Hope fizzes in my chest, but I shove it back down. We’ve been lucky, but death is one acid-fall away, one attack in the dark.
Sam rubs the scars on her face, glances to the east. “Best unwrap the robot. We’ll have warning about the rain, but that kite will be visible for miles.”
Written for The Prediction. This week’s challenge words were kite, shade, and unwrap.