He has flown too high, can feel the blaze of the sun melting the wax from his wings. As he tumbles downwards, feathers loose and swirl. He thinks of his father, straightens his arms, and stretches out his legs until he gannet-breaks the water and comes up, smiling his joy.

Clodagh O Connor lives in Dublin, Ireland and has always loved reading. She is working on becoming a writer, but constantly distracts herself with wet felting, origami, bird watching, cycling, haiku writing, baking, reading and internet rabbit holes.