Millie & Bird
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Millie & Bird - Avril Joy
Millie and Bird
First published 2015 by IRON Press
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image_embedded.pngMillie and Bird
Tales of Paradise
Avril Joy
TitlePage.jpgimage_embedded_1.png‘How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you – you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences – like rags and shreds of your very life.’
Katherine Mansfield
Avril%20Joy.jpgAVRIL JOY was born and brought up on the Somerset Levels, the setting for her first novel, The Sweet Track, published in 2007 by Flambard Press. At eighteen she left Somerset for UEA and a degree in The History of Art.
After living and teaching in London she moved north and began work as a teacher in a women’s prison, HMP Low Newton, on the outskirts of Durham city. Here she met Writer-in-Residence Wendy Robertson and considered for the first time the possibility of becoming a writer.
In 2003 she won a Northern Promise Award from New Writing North and in 2008 she left her day job.
Her short fiction has appeared in literary magazines and anthologies, including Victoria Hislop’s The Story: Love, Loss & the Lives of Women: 100 Great Short Stories. She has been shortlisted for a number of prizes including the Bridport Prize and the Manchester Prize for Fiction. In 2012 she won the inaugural Costa Short Story Award.
Acknowledgements
Millie and Bird won the 2012 Costa Short Story Award, and appeared in The Story, edited by Victoria Hislop, published by Head of Zeus (2013). What is There to Cry About Today? was published in the Fine Line anthology, Even Birds Are Chained to the Sky (2011). Small Town Looks was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize 2014. Meat was shortlisted for the Bristol Prize and published in their 2012 anthology. Tough Love was shortlisted in Doire Press International Chapbook Competition and published in the IRON Press anthology, Root (2013).
THE STORIES
Millie and Bird
Waking the Dead
The Trouble with Holy Island
How to Begin
What is There to Cry About Today?
Small Town Looks
I Was Robert Redford’s Cleaner
The Healing Power of Trees
Meat
Imelda
Tough Love
Vacant Nests and Silent Songs
Equations
For John, Katie and David
MillieAndBird.jpgMillie
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Bird
It was the kind of summer when the grass grew too long to cut and your toes stubbed at the damp end of your trainers, the summer I was sixteen. It rained all through May and June. It rained on my birthday. It never let up and the weeds in the yard grew taller than the gate post. Jonty Angel, our next door neighbour, gave Millie the bird that summer, a white zebra finch, and she spent all her time coaxing it onto her shoulder, whispering to it and feeding it titbits. He gave her a cage too and she put it in her bedroom out of harm’s way. It was the summer of Bird, it was the summer I fell in love.
‘Why the hell does she have to go round the house with that stupid bird on her shoulder, for Christ’s sake? What girl her age does that?’
‘I don’t know but she’s only thirteen. Where’s the harm?’ I say.
‘When I was thirteen I had better things to think of, like school for one thing. No time for pets. No time to whisper sweet nothings at a stupid bloody bird. She’d be better off without the damn thing.’
I watch Millie walk into the yard and up through the garden, Bird on her shoulder, its beak buried in her hair. She disappears behind the shed. Behind the shed it’s mostly overgrown with nettles. There’s an old crab apple, a sink which coats over every spring with a skin of spawn, a rusty bike and a couple of broken cold frames.
‘Why don’t I make you a cup of tea Mum? See if there’s anything on the radio, a concert or something? There might be a play on, I say.
As if she doesn’t hear me she goes to the sideboard, opens the door and reaches inside to the stash she keeps behind the pile of old records we’re not allowed to touch. She lifts it out like she’s won a raffle, like it’s a surprise, like she didn’t know there was a half-full bottle of vodka there. She pours herself a mug, holds it up and smiles like she doesn’t ever need to be put to bed, or ever get sick, or rant and rave about it all being our fault.
I go out into the garden and look for Millie. I won’t go behind the shed into the nettles as I don’t want my legs all messed up with stings. I want them silky smooth and ready for the fake tan. ‘Millie, what are you doing?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Come over here then and sit for a bit.’ I’m on the bench in front of the shed. It moves when you sit on it. The grass is shorter here on account of it having to work its way up through crazy paving and gravel. ‘Come on.’ I want her to come but not for her sake. I’m not worried about her getting nettle rash and besides she’s got Bird. That’s what she calls the bird: Bird. When I asked her why, she said it seemed for the best, that naming leads to attachment and I said where the hell did she get that idea from, and she said she read it on the internet.
Millie sits next to me. Bird is on her shoulder moving from one red foot to the other like he’s stepping up and down in time to music we can’t hear, clawing at her t-shirt. He turns his head and looks at me with a black eye. I think about Otis and his smoky, black skin that smells of walnut and vanilla.
‘You going out tonight?’ asks Millie.
‘Yes, seven o’clock, Elaine’s first, we’re meeting there then going into town.’
‘Can I come?’
‘Don’t be daft you’re thirteen.’
‘Well you’re only sixteen and one week.’
‘Next year maybe, anyway I don’t think Bird would appreciate it, in Jelly’s, with all that noise and all those people.’
Bird is still now. A cabbage white floats past and a swarm of midges hover above the long grass. I think I should do something about the grass, like ask Jonty if I can borrow his mower, though he said it needed to be cut down first. A crow flies out of the lilac tree above us and Bird jumps up onto Millie’s head.
‘Is it stupid or what, that bird? It’ll get eaten by the crows if it’s not careful.’
‘He’s just nervous,’ says Millie and puts her hand up and grasps the bird and brings it down into her lap where she cups it in both hands. ‘His heart’s beating like crazy,’ she says, ‘feel it.’
She goes to pass the bird to me but I pull away, ‘Don’t give it to me,’ I say, ‘I don’t like birds.’ But it’s not that I don’t like birds, it’s that I don’t want to feel its heart beating like that, not when its skin is all feathers and a puff of wind coming by could break its bones.
‘What’s not to like? He’s beautiful, feel him, he’s like silk and he smells of grass.’ She holds the bird towards me.
‘Don’t bring it near me,’ I say. ‘Keep it to yourself. Come on, I’ll make us tea before I go out.’
I make egg and chips because it’s easy, oven chips cook themselves. It’s just for us. Mum’s in the front room with the telly and her bottle. Millie feeds the bird a chip. He’s not normally allowed at the table. We clear away and then go upstairs to my room. Millie puts Bird in his cage and then comes and sits on the bed and watches me get ready. We share a bottle of coke and I smoke a cigarette out of the window as best I can, but it’s hard because it’s raining and the cig is getting damp.
Millie does my nails with the purple varnish I bought especially. She’s good at doing things like hair and nails although you wouldn’t think so to look at her. ‘You could be a hairdresser or a beautician,’ I say, ‘if you weren’t so brainy.’ She smiles. Millie is clever; the cleverest girl in her class, although how she’s going to be anything beats me. I used to think about being a lawyer. I fancied that, but now, well I’m not sure. Jonty Angel says he might be able to get me a job in the auction house where he works. Sometimes you have to be realistic and scale things down, the kind of things you’d been hoping for. I used to pray about that kind of stuff but then your prayers, they get rained on like the grass.
I like it when Millie takes my hand and then each of my fingers, one by one, and holds them while she paints the nail. She’s just dipping into the thick, pearly varnish when we hear stumbling on the stairs and the bathroom door banging shut. Millie puts the brush back in the bottle and we wait. I listen hard. I’m good at listening, it comes with practice. I’ve got dolphin ears. Dolphins hear fourteen times better than humans. After a minute or two we start up again and one by one my nails take on a glossy purple sheen. I look at Millie, at her bitten-down nails and I think – tomorrow I’ll paint them purple.
The toilet flushes and the bathroom door opens. Her bedroom door closes. ‘She’s gone to sleep it off,’ I say. ‘She’ll be snoring like an old bag lady soon.’ Millie stops, brush mid-way between bottle and the little finger of my left hand. I can tell she doesn’t like what I’ve said. But I laugh and before long she laughs and then we both laugh and we roll about