That's not how you're going to live, Bird Girl. Not on my account. Spread those strong wings of yours. Fly.

Spread those strong wings of yours. Fly.

If envy is red and doubt is black then happiness is brown. I looked from the little brown stone to the tiny brown freckle to her huge brown eyes.

Sometimes when I wake up, I forget that she's gone and then I remember and my heart drops like it does when you miss a step or trip over a kerb.

That's not how you're going to live, Bird Girl. Not on my account. Spread those strong wings of yours. Fly.

In fact she was quite bad and according to Jas she was naughty at school, but no one seems to remember that now she is all dead and perfect.

I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don't like being spied on.