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Come, Let’s Fly A Kite… (100 words)
“Let’s fly,” Welbo said on my fifth birthday.
“Mum won’t like it.”
“I’m with you.” As a six-year-old, he acted all grown-up.
“It’s on your head, then.”
A few hops brought us to the drop-off behind the arboretum domes.
“Wait.” Welbo’s voice crackled in my headset.
“Can’t hear you.” I jumped. This was flying! Not like the simulator…
The gusts came unexpected, rattling my kite, and making the sublimating carbon dioxide ice dance in the sunlight.
“Stay low,” Welbo commanded.
Trembling, I followed him home.
“Not bad, Marsling.”
My puffed-out chest deflated quickly. Mum stood in the doorway, looking grim.
The title is from a song in the Disney film “Mary Poppins.” One Mars year has 687 earth days.