Blue birds fly

Abstract

When I was small, my Grandfather was a magician. He could put his pointer finger in his mouth and pull out a pop. I couldn't see how he brought the pop from his cheek so I said, I can't stretch my neck up that far, which made him laugh and kneel down beside me, where he did it again, right by my face, so I jumped and said, Again, Pop Again! And after that he was called Poppa, by me and by Tess, because she copied what I did, then. Tess is my sister and is eighteen months younger than me. We used to share a bedroom and tell each other tales of The Lands. We visited The Lands at night. I was called Iris in The Lands because it was my inside name for myself and seemed a prettier coloured name than Rhea, which is my real name. Tess was called Tess, because she liked her name just how it was. We believed The Lands floated about in space like huge spinning bubbles and each night we'd pick a different land to visit. My favourite was called The Land of Wings, where you could choose a different pair of wings to attach to your back and fly through the blue dreaming.