I could feel the thin rattle of her breath, and her chest rising and falling. I slipped my hand under the covers and touched her. They were lying fast asleep with their arms around each other. In this super-sensitive state Michael and his new friend, Mina, take on the burden of care for the shrivelled creature and Skellig, for that is the name of this creature, thrives as he licks out the left-overs from Chinese take-away trays.īecause this story is written in the first person it has the power almost of a confessional: It was already getting light when I got up and tiptoed into their room. His life is temporarily on 'hold' while his parents, and he, wait to see whether his new baby sister, born with a damaged heart, will live. I shone the torch on his white face and his black suit.īut Michael is in a highly-charged emotional state. Dead bluebottles were scattered on his hair and shoulders. He was covered in dust and webs like everything else and his face was thin and pale. He was sitting with his legs stretched out, and his head tipped back against the wall. He actually eats the spiders that scramble across him and the mice that scuttle round the disintegrating lean-to. He's a disgusting crumpled-up heap of vermin-ridden, tramp, I suppose, who Michael finds in the far corner of their derelict garage. The first thing you need to be clear about is that this is not your average Angel Gabriel. This is a beautiful, highly emotional story about a young lad who does an angel a good turn and who gets his reward.
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