An example of a description of a kite in flight suggested by the picture would be:
Further and further away it soared, steady and noble. Its bright red just a floating dot against the indigo sky. Occasionally, a pull or two would scare it, test it. But the kite remained in flight, owning the space, sharing it only with the birds and the wind - its family. It would now and then look down at the little boy, wondering. The boy helped it fly. It was him who ran with it in hand, who gave it the initial momentum. The boy himself could not fly, so he flew through the kite. And that was enough to make him happy; and the kite was glad it could make someone happy by simply doing what it was created to do.
Why did the neighbours immediately call the cops? Did they already know he was guilty? Were the cops making him go insane at the end? Did the cops suspect him before he admitted it? What is wrong with the narrator mentally? Is he even human?
