Mina. “But there’s another theory, that their descendants are with us still. They nest in our trees and our attics. The air is filled with their songs. The little archaeopteryx survived, and began the line of evolution that led to birds.”
She touched the short, stunted wings.
“Wings and feathers, see? But the creature was a heavy, bony thing. Look at the clumsy, leaden tail. It was capable of nothing but short, sudden flights.From tree to tree, stone to stone. It couldn’t rise and spiral and dance like birds can now. No pneumatization.”
I looked at her.
“Do you remember nothing?” she said. “Pneumatization. The presence of air cavities in the bones of birds. It is this which allows them free flight.”
The blackbird flew from the tree above us and dashed into the sky.
“If you held the archaeopteryx,” she said, “it would be almost as heavy as stone in your hand. It would be almost as heavy as the clay models I make.”
I looked into Mina’s dark eyes. They were wide open, expectant, like she wanted me to see something or say something. I thought of the baby in my lap, of Skellig slung between Mina and me. I thought of his wings and of the baby’s fluttering heart.
“There’s no end to evolution,” said Mina.
She shuffled closer to me.
“We have to be ready to move forward,” she said. “Maybe this is not how we are meant to be forever.”
She took my hand.
“We are extraordinary,” she whispered.
She looked deep into me.
“Skellig!” she whispered. “Skellig! Skellig!”
I stared back. I didn’t blink. It was like she was calling Skellig out from somewhere deep inside me.It was like we were looking into the place where each other’s dreams came from.
And then there was sniggering and giggling. We looked up, and there were Leakey and Coot, standing on the other side of the wall, looking down at us.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” THEY kept asking. “What’s bloody wrong with you?”
I was hopeless. I couldn’t tackle. I missed the ball by a mile when I jumped up to head it. When I had the ball at my feet I stumbled all over the place. I fell over it once and skinned my elbow on the curb. I felt shaky and wobbly and I didn’t want to be doing this, playing football in our front street with Leakey and Coot while Mina sat in the tree with a book in her lap and stared and stared.
“It’s ’cause he’s been ill,” said Leakey.
“Bull,” said Coot. “He’s not been ill. He’s just been upset.”
He watched me trying to flick the ball up onto my head. It bounced off my knee and bobbed into the gutter.
“I’m just out of practice,” I said.
“Bull,” he said. “It’s just been a week since you could beat anybody in the school.”
“That’s right,” said Leakey.
“It’s her,” said Coot. “Her in the tree. That girl he was with.”
Leakey grinned.
“That’s right,” he said.
I shook my head.
“Bull,” I whispered.
My voice was as shaky as my feet had been.
They stood there sniggering.
“It’s that girl,” said Leakey.
“That girl that climbs in a tree like a monkey,” said Coot. “Her that sits in a tree like a crow.”
“Bull,” I said.
I looked Leakey in the eye. He’d been my best friend for years. I couldn’t believe he’d go on with this if I looked him in the eye and wanted him to stop.
He grinned.
“He holds hands with her,” he said.
“She says he’s extraordinary,” said Coot.
“Get stuffed,” I said.
I turned away from them, went past our house to the end of the street, turned down toward the back lane. I heard them coming after me. I sat down in the lane with my back against the boarded-up garage. I just wanted them to go away. I wanted them to stay. I wanted to be able to play like I used to. I wanted things to be just the way they used to be.
Leakey crouched beside me and I could feel he was sorry.
“The baby’s ill,” I said. “Really ill. The doctor says I’m in distress.”
“Yeah,” he
She touched the short, stunted wings.
“Wings and feathers, see? But the creature was a heavy, bony thing. Look at the clumsy, leaden tail. It was capable of nothing but short, sudden flights.From tree to tree, stone to stone. It couldn’t rise and spiral and dance like birds can now. No pneumatization.”
I looked at her.
“Do you remember nothing?” she said. “Pneumatization. The presence of air cavities in the bones of birds. It is this which allows them free flight.”
The blackbird flew from the tree above us and dashed into the sky.
“If you held the archaeopteryx,” she said, “it would be almost as heavy as stone in your hand. It would be almost as heavy as the clay models I make.”
I looked into Mina’s dark eyes. They were wide open, expectant, like she wanted me to see something or say something. I thought of the baby in my lap, of Skellig slung between Mina and me. I thought of his wings and of the baby’s fluttering heart.
“There’s no end to evolution,” said Mina.
She shuffled closer to me.
“We have to be ready to move forward,” she said. “Maybe this is not how we are meant to be forever.”
She took my hand.
“We are extraordinary,” she whispered.
She looked deep into me.
“Skellig!” she whispered. “Skellig! Skellig!”
I stared back. I didn’t blink. It was like she was calling Skellig out from somewhere deep inside me.It was like we were looking into the place where each other’s dreams came from.
And then there was sniggering and giggling. We looked up, and there were Leakey and Coot, standing on the other side of the wall, looking down at us.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” THEY kept asking. “What’s bloody wrong with you?”
I was hopeless. I couldn’t tackle. I missed the ball by a mile when I jumped up to head it. When I had the ball at my feet I stumbled all over the place. I fell over it once and skinned my elbow on the curb. I felt shaky and wobbly and I didn’t want to be doing this, playing football in our front street with Leakey and Coot while Mina sat in the tree with a book in her lap and stared and stared.
“It’s ’cause he’s been ill,” said Leakey.
“Bull,” said Coot. “He’s not been ill. He’s just been upset.”
He watched me trying to flick the ball up onto my head. It bounced off my knee and bobbed into the gutter.
“I’m just out of practice,” I said.
“Bull,” he said. “It’s just been a week since you could beat anybody in the school.”
“That’s right,” said Leakey.
“It’s her,” said Coot. “Her in the tree. That girl he was with.”
Leakey grinned.
“That’s right,” he said.
I shook my head.
“Bull,” I whispered.
My voice was as shaky as my feet had been.
They stood there sniggering.
“It’s that girl,” said Leakey.
“That girl that climbs in a tree like a monkey,” said Coot. “Her that sits in a tree like a crow.”
“Bull,” I said.
I looked Leakey in the eye. He’d been my best friend for years. I couldn’t believe he’d go on with this if I looked him in the eye and wanted him to stop.
He grinned.
“He holds hands with her,” he said.
“She says he’s extraordinary,” said Coot.
“Get stuffed,” I said.
I turned away from them, went past our house to the end of the street, turned down toward the back lane. I heard them coming after me. I sat down in the lane with my back against the boarded-up garage. I just wanted them to go away. I wanted them to stay. I wanted to be able to play like I used to. I wanted things to be just the way they used to be.
Leakey crouched beside me and I could feel he was sorry.
“The baby’s ill,” I said. “Really ill. The doctor says I’m in distress.”
“Yeah,” he
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