In The Claws Of The Eagle (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
He was always hungry, and he had been drawing food. That amoeboid blob in his drawing book was a huge Wiener schnitzel, and those things like marbles were potatoes, drawn small so he could have lots of them. His tummy gurgled; perhaps drawing food had not been a good idea. He listened. For some time he had been hearing an interesting scraping and scratching sound which seemed to be coming down through the high dormer window that was set into the sloping ceiling of his attic room. Mother had lifted him up once or twice so that he could see out, and he had felt like a bird looking down on the little patch of lawn at the back of the house. At present all he could see was sky. He looked around for something to climb up on so that he could see out. The only thing to hand was an old nursing chair with a high ladder back. Abandoning his schnitzel and potatoes, he set-to to drag the chair to a place under the window, and climbed up on the seat. Now he could get his hands on the sill; it was tantalising, another few centimetres and he would be able to see out.
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