A blown kiss is not a proper kiss. Hugs and kisses should be hugs and kisses, not breaths of air. I am tired of breaths of air and not enough hugs and kisses.
Claire KingMots clés children kisses pea hugs
Before the doorbell rings I hear the footsteps, a broken heartbeat on the paving stones, and I know that Claude is here.
Claire KingMots clés pea
I know about skeletons. Once I went to a museum and saw dinosaur skeletons. They are like jigsaw puzzles for scientists.
Claire KingBoys have to wear brown, grey and blue and girls have to wear the beautiful colours.
Claire KingI make the surprised O with my mouth, although I am not really that surprised. It was the kind of story that grownups tell children to complicate a thing when they could just tell you the thing itself, much faster.
Claire KingWhere is your maman?
I don't know.
I think we've gone and lost her, Pea. Papa's voice dissolves into the colours behind my eyes.
I'm sorry Papa. I don't know how to find her, I say.
She turns her back to us, starting up the stairs slowly, her legs shaking with every step.
I think she forgot to put her skeleton in, says Margot.
You should be careful with opening doors to secrets, says Claude. Sometimes secrets are secrets because that's the best way.
Claire KingMaman!
The word seems to come out of me all on its own. I think it's strange my mouth would do that. The rest of my head knows she's never there.
Witches do that, they put things you want in places you shouldn't go.
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