The Vanishing Act
“It I woke in my bed downstairs. It was still night. My green jumper was tangled around me and my arm stuck in the sleeve. Papa must have helped me out of my boots and jacket, but I couldn’t remember getting home or even saying goodbye to Boxman. And I couldn’t remember going to bed.
I sat up. The ocean was grey with moonlight, and I could hear Boxman across the forest playing the accordion. I straightened my jumper, then got out of bed and walked across the corridor to the blue room. The colour...s on Mama’s wall painting were muted in the moonlight, and a third raven had joined the other two in the windowsill. The dead boy looked calm beneath the frost, almost like he was sleeping.
‘Sorry for disturbing you, dead boy,’ I whispered as I closed the door again.
I found Papa working in the study, and saw straight away that Grandfather’s postcards were no longer on the wall.
‘My girl.’ Papa turned towards me, his eyes looked sad, like the ocean before a big storm.
My hand felt for the postcard in my pocket.MoreLess
I sat up. The ocean was grey with moonlight, and I could hear Boxman across the forest playing the accordion. I straightened my jumper, then got out of bed and walked across the corridor to the blue room. The colour...s on Mama’s wall painting were muted in the moonlight, and a third raven had joined the other two in the windowsill. The dead boy looked calm beneath the frost, almost like he was sleeping.
‘Sorry for disturbing you, dead boy,’ I whispered as I closed the door again.
I found Papa working in the study, and saw straight away that Grandfather’s postcards were no longer on the wall.
‘My girl.’ Papa turned towards me, his eyes looked sad, like the ocean before a big storm.
My hand felt for the postcard in my pocket.MoreLess
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