Sometimes you see a kite so high, so wise it almost knows the wind. It travels, then chooses to land in one spot and no other and no matter how you yank,run this way or that, it will simply break its cord, seek its resting place and bring you, blood-mouthed,running.
‘Jim! Wait for me!’
So now Jim was the kite, the wild twine cut, and whatever wisdom was his taking him away from Will who could only run, earthbound, after one so high and dark silent and suddenly strange.