From the Inside Flap
Excerpt:"Come here, cutie pie. Step up." Melisa Hart stuck her finger into the birdcage for her lovebird, Cassie. "That's a good girl."Her entire class of kindergarteners held themselves still in barely suppressed excitement."Can I hold her?" her most talkative student, Bree, squealed."It's 'may I hold her,' and, no, not right now." Melisa brought her bird's beak to her lips and let Cassie take a nibble, which was her version of a kiss."Eweee!" Mattie, the tallest boy in the class, shouted, pointing. "She kissed the bird on the lips.""Beak," Bree corrected Mattie. "Birds don't have lips.""Oh yeah?" Mattie retorted. "How do you know? Bird Brain Bree."Melisa stuck Cassie on her shoulder and put her hands over her hips. "Class. What did I say about teasing? Is it nice or mean?""Mean," the children shouted in unison, startling Cassie, whose wings flapped briefly."Inside voices," Melisa reminded the children. "Cassie gets scared easily.""Will she fly?" Mattie asked."Of course she can fly." Bree turned her nose up at the taller boy. "Everyone knows birds can fly.""Actually, she has her wings clipped to keep her safe." Melisa tickled Cassie under her wing and said, "Scratchy."The little bird lifted her wing and spread out the feathers."You're stupid." Mattie stuck his tongue out at Bree."That's enough," Melisa said. "Mattie, go back to your sharing chair. Bree, you too. Talking out of turn. The rest of you will get to line up and hold Cassie.""But I wasn't being mean," Bree said."You were belittling Mattie and talking without raising your hand. Go."She stomped back to her chair, her blond curls bouncing. "My Papa's getting me a big bird for Christmas.""You too, Mattie." Melisa pointed toward the boy's chair."Screech," Mattie shrieked and flapped his arms at Cassie.The bird squeaked and flapped her stubby wings. She lifted straight up like a helicopter, hit her head on the ceiling and landed on the top of a row of hanging overhead lights.The rest of the class jumped up and down, pointing and yelling."She can fly.""Come here, little birdie.""Is she stuck up there? Is a fireman going to get her?""Oh look, she's scared.""Everyone, take your chairs," Melisa said as calmly as she could. "Sharing time is over.""Ahhh ..." the children complained.Melisa glanced at the wall clock. Ten more minutes until Christmas break. As much as she loved her students, their energy and excitement with Christmas drawing near meant they couldn't sit still or follow directions.She passed out the green candy Christmas trees she made by drizzling melted candy over straight pretzel sticks, along with a flyer about the Giving Tree Toy Drive at the Reed Christmas Tree Farm. Bring a wrapped toy and take a picture with a pet bird, ride in a firetruck, and other fun activities.When the bell rang, Melisa stood at the door and wished all the children a happy vacation and New Year. She kept one eye peeled for Cassie, in case she made a break for the open doorway, but the little bird seemed content to perch high above her and preen her colorful feathers."Bye, Miss Hart," Bree waved her candy Christmas tree. "I want to take a picture with Cassie. How are you getting her down?""The janitor has a ladder.""My Papa's coming home for Christmas." Bree nodded. "I prayed real hard.""He will, sweetie." Melisa caught the eye of Ella, Bree's aunt, and reassured. "I'm also praying for him.""Are you going to the Christmas Tree Farm tomorrow with Cassie?" Ella took the green pamphlet from Bree and helped her unwrap the Christmas tree candy."If I can get her down from the light." Melisa pointed to her bird. "How about you?""Bree, you want to go to the toy drive?" Ella ruffled Bree's head."Yes, I want to hold Ms. Hart's birdie and take a picture. But we have to bring a toy.""Then let's go to the toy store and pick one up," Ella said, winking at Melisa. "Maybe we'll see your teacher there tomorrow.""Sure thing." Melisa said. "Let's have coffee some time and catch up now that school's over.""Great. I'll text you." Ella took Bree's hand.Once all the students were gone, Melisa shut the door and called Larry, the custodian. After she got Cassie down, she'd have to get her wings trimmed again, despite what the guys on the bird forum argued.Clipping was for Cassie's safety. She'd heard too many stories of birds flying away, landing in frying pans, or crashing into windows to be persuaded by the free-flight people, especially that arrogant guy with the handle Lovebone who claimed his parrot regularly flew outdoors and hadn't gotten lost yet.These days, anyone could say anything on the internet without proof.Melisa climbed onto a table and held her finger, waving it up and down as a landing strip. "Come on, Cassie. Don't be afraid. Fly to me, baby. Come on."The bird bent low and arched her wings, shaking and considering, but unable to figure out a way down. She'd been so frightened by Mattie that instinct took over, but now that she was calm, she couldn't bring herself to try.Melisa turned on her cell phone to check her messages. Maybe she'd ask Lovebone how he got his bird to fly to him.# # #Dr. Rob Reed was running late. He hated evening shifts, and these days, they were getting slammed, especially with the increased ambulance traffic due to all the holiday parties and their drinking and carousing activities.He whistled for his bird, Casey, a lovebird he rescued from his irresponsible actor brother who was the king of the impulse buy. The little bird flew skillfully, hovering a second before landing on his outstretched finger."Good boy," Rob said, handing him a sunflower seed. He tucked the bird inside his cage. "Papa has to go to work. Sorry I have to cover you early tonight."Rob was an emergency room doctor working shifts that jumped around without rhyme or reason. He'd go from twelve-hour overnight shifts, to sixteen-hour six AM to ten PM shifts, to ambulance rides to transfer critical patients. But it was the evening shifts that relegated his dating life to a big fat zero.Not that he could complain. He was making good money for a young doctor fresh out of residency, and this year, he'd purchased a cabin in the mountains near Lake Tahoe. Not bad for a twenty-nine-year-old.San Francisco General was the only level-one trauma center for the entire City of San Francisco and northern San Mateo county. Once Rob was on the job, he was on. No time for phone calls, internet, chit-chat, or even catching a bite to eat.After packing his food in thermal packs, he checked the free flight parrot forum where he was the moderator.There was a message from HaveAHart, a kindergarten teacher who was a newbie bird mama.My little bird had a fright in the classroom and she's perched on the overhead light bar. She seems to be trying to fly to me, bending low and lifting her wings, but she's not taking off. What do I do?He dashed a reply.Call a fireman. It's easier for a bird who doesn't know how to fly to go up, but it's scary to come down. Your bird doesn't have the confidence to fly, so to her, it's like jumping off a cliff.He shut his laptop. There really was nothing he could do. Why did these people never listen until they were in trouble? Clipping wings was like chopping a man's legs off. Rob was sorry he was so grouchy, but he'd bet her bird had other problems too, probably feather-picking, incessant screaming, and other pathological behavior that came from not being able to do what came naturally--fly.
About the Author
Rachelle Ayala is a bestselling author of dramatic romantic suspense and humorous contemporary romances. Her heroines are feisty and her heroes big-hearted. She writes sweet and funny stories, and believes in the power of love and hope. She is the winner of multiple awards, including the 2015 Angie Ovation Award for best Multicultural Romance with Knowing Vera and the 2015 Readers' Favorite Gold Award for best Christian Romance with A Father for Christmas.
