The Salt House Page 18
I look up: there is an invisible wire between us, pulled straight from my breast, hooked into her flight. She tests it, wheeling, circling back. The line goes slack and drops as she dips in front of the hill; it’s pulled up tight again as she rises, pulling my breath up into my throat. Her wings beat harder now, and she lifts upward, pulling, straining, until the wire snaps and flies up into the sky.
Then there is nothing holding me. I stand in the open door, the sun on my face, looking up into all that blue.