After Sylvia

After Sylvia — page 3
The Birds OWEN SKYE could not sleep He lay in the dark in the middle of the big bed that he shared with his brothers Andy and Leonard It was early September the night before the first day of school but the wind that shivered the walls threatened to blow everything into winter Summer holidays were ending The fact of it had loomed over everything for the past several days and the boys had raced to all the great places to Dead Man’s Hill to the river the woods the haunted house and the railroad tracks in an effort to squeeze the last drops of adventure from the season Now summer was draining away Owen stared at the ceiling of the attic bedroom and racked his brain trying to think of something anything to delay the dreadful start of school What about the crystal radio he whispered Shhh Leonard said It’s time for sleep He was the youngest and so knew the least about the horrors of