Harbor, John Lindqvist [feel good books to read .TXT] 📗

was no time to think. They were back in this world now, where it was October. His body was still steaming with heat, but…

‘Here, little one.’

He untied the snowsuit from around his waist and moved closer to Maja, who was still sitting with her knees drawn up, sucking her thumb. Her eyes were staring in a way that made him uncomfortable. He tried to ease Bamse from her grip so that he could put the snowsuit on. She wouldn’t let go.

‘Sweetheart, it’s cold. You need to put this on.’

Despite the fact that it impeded what he was trying to do, he was relieved when she shook her head violently. He tugged at Bamse’s hat to get the bear away from her. The vibrations in the ground were getting stronger, and he had to make a real effort to speak calmly.

‘Come on now, poppet, you’ll catch a cold…’

He pulled at Bamse’s hat and Maja held on tight. He felt a kind of cough in his chest, and a laugh burst out of him. He was laughing. His stomach was bubbling with sheer joy, and he carried on laughing. It was just so stupid.

He had fetched her from the other side, an earthquake was approaching from somewhere beneath them, and he was sitting here tugging at Bamse’s felt hat while she held on tight and shook her head.Maja tilted her head on one side and took her thumb out of her mouth, ‘I’m not cold, Daddy. Just my feet, a little bit. Where’s Mummy? I want her to come too.’

‘OK,’ said Anders, swallowing the laughter. ‘OK. Mummy’s coming later.

Maja looked critically at the snowsuit in his hands. ‘And that’s dirty. Really dirty.’

The fabric was stained with patches of dried blood, which in places had become sticky with the heat of his body during their flight. Yes, it certainly was really dirty.

Maja looked around her. ‘What’s that noise?’

‘I don’t know,’ he lied. ‘But we have to go now.’

He picked Maja up in his arms again and she let go of Bamse so that she could wrap her arms around his neck, while Bamse lay safely pressed between them. The rumbling was growing louder, and by the time they reached the shore on the south side, the layer of ice covering the sea had broken away from the island. He had to leap across a strip of open water so that he could run to the boat, which was still stuck fast in the ice out there.

By the time he reached the boat and put Maja down, the ice had begun to crack and explode. Deep cracks were beginning to run through the shining surface, and all the birds rose into the air, screaming excitedly as the ice broke and dark strips of water appeared.

I am the sea.

He turned the ice in front of the boat into water, he grabbed hold of the boat and pulled it along. Maja almost fell as the boat shot through the passageway of open water appearing ahead of the prow. She clung to the rail and laughed.

‘Faster! Faster!’

Anders shook his head. She wasn’t interested in how this was possible. The important thing was that it was fun, that they were going fast. He was the sea and he thrust the boat ahead of him with greater power. Maja’s hair fluttered in the wind as she held on to therail, bobbing up and down with her upper body as if to help, to urge the boat on.

A loud bang echoed through the air, and Anders turned. East of Gåvasten a black shape rose up, smashing the thick ice to pieces along its edges. It was already about a metre high and twenty metres wide, growing in size as it rose.

They were so far away that Anders could barely make out individual birds, but he could see the flock diving at the thing that was rising from the sea, attacking it, doing no more damage than a mosquito bite with their little beaks.

He turned to face Domarö, which was coming up rapidly. A mosquito was tiny, nothing compared with a man, who could squash it with his little finger. But a thousand mosquitoes was another matter. Perhaps the gulls’ battle was not as hopeless as it seemed.

The ice had broken up into huge pieces as Anders steered the boat in towards the same jetty where he had moored it in the other world. He helped Maja up on to the jetty and turned to face the sea once again.

Next to Gåvasten there was now a new island, the same height as the rock on which the lighthouse stood, and at least five times as wide.

Gunnilsöra. Gunnil’s ear. Gilded ear. The island of dreams.

A shudder ran through the sea and the jetty rocked beneath his feet. Both Gåvasten and the other island disappeared, and Anders blinked in bewilderment. The line of the horizon was moving, undulating like tarmac in hot sunshine.

He understood. Once again he picked Maja up and carried her ashore. As he was running towards the steamboat jetty he saw Mats, the shopkeeper, standing up there looking through a telescope. His wife Ingrid was next to him. Mats lowered the telescope and shook his head, said something to her.

‘Hello!’ yelled Anders. ‘Mats! Hello!’

Mats caught sight of him. ‘Anders, what…’ He stared at the blue bundle in Anders’ arms and pointed. ‘Is that…?’

Anders made it on to the jetty.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Sound the fire alarm, now!’

‘But how…I mean…’

‘Please Mats, just trust me. It’s all going to hell. Sound the fire alarm and…’ Anders glanced out to sea. The horizon had risen a little further towards the sky. ‘…get out of here. Right now!’

Mats looked out to see and his jaw dropped as he too saw what was coming. With Ingrid beside him he raced up to the shop. Anders followed them with Maja in his arms, and arrived just as Mats was opening the cupboard. He pressed the alarm button and it sent its mournful wail out across the island.

‘People