Dead Angels by O'Rourke Tim

Author:O'Rourke, Tim [O'Rourke, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Horror, Fantasy, Teen & Young Adult, Paranormal & Urban, General Fiction
ISBN: 9781478377368
Publisher: Tim ORourke
Published: 2012-06-27T00:00:00+00:00

Again, I watched as she reached into the bag and this time she produced a comic book.

“Why have you got me a book?” I asked. “You know I can’t read.”

“But I can,” she smiled at me, “and I’m gonna teach you.”

“What’s it called?” I asked, feeling scared at the thought of making a fool of myself in front of her.

Holding up the book, Melody said, “It’s called The Incredible Hulk.”

I looked at the shiny cover of the comic book and could see a big, green, angry monster on the front with colourful writing splashed across it – but to me they were just shapes. “What’s it about?”

“This dude – his name is Bruce Banner but he leads a secret life,” she started to explain, thumbing to the first page. “Everyone thinks he’s like, a regular guy, but really he’s a monster. He can’t tell anyone, because if people find out they...”

“Would capture him, put him in a cage, then open him up to see how he worked,” I cut in.

“Pretty much,” Melody said, eyeing me. “How did you know that?”

“It was just something my mum tried to explain to me once,” I told her, thinking of my wings hidden behind those scars. “People don’t like different, do they?”

Glancing down at her dress, the apron, and thick workman-like boots on her feet, Melody whispered, “I guess not.” Then, as if wanting to change the subject, she waved the comic in the air and said, “Am I gonna teach you to read, or what?”

We spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening listening to music on the radio as Melody sat and read the story about the big green man who had to hide the fact that he was different from everybody else. Each page was a maze of colourful pictures and adventure. The words were written in boxes and bubbles scattered about the pages. There weren’t too many words, and Melody would run her finger beneath them. Sometimes, as she was reading, I would look up at her, and I would feel my heart race. I loved being with her and I would have been happy to stay on that tiny stretch of beach with Melody for the rest of my life. A couple of times she caught me staring and would say, “Isidor, you’ve got to concentrate! Look at the words and the letters. Listen to the way the letters make words.”

So, as those cold days and afternoons turned warmer, and the branches on the trees in the woods exploded with shades of pink blossom, Melody taught me how to read. It wasn’t long before I was beginning to understand the letters which made up the words, which then told the story. It helped having the pictures, as when I got stuck, I could look down at the drawings and it all kind of made sense. Then, one bright afternoon, as the tide of the lake lapped about our toes, Melody took a book from the pouch on the front of her apron and handed it to me.

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