Theo traced the pattern with his finger. An ammonite. He didn't need the brass name plate to tell him that; the fossils were his favourite exhibit. Not as shout-out-loud as the dinosaur skeletons ...  [+]

The tree has moved. Clara is sure of it. She presses her nose to the classroom window.  The elder tree stands at the edge of the playing fields, dark and gangly. Like it's watching them. Yesterday it ...  [+]